I wonder why the hell i ever came here

A man without a future left to face

And nothing but a memory to embrace

Holding on to threads of sanity

Imagining the roads i could have taken

It fills me with a deepening sense of shame

And outside i can hear the pouring rain

There is a place

Where in my mind i escape

And there i understand the way i feel

And deep in this world of make-believe

I will spend my autumn years with you

Sitting in this grey and sunless world

I try to come to terms with guilty feelings

A man about to pay the final price

And nothing but his breath to sacrifice

There ll be a time

When i ll be gone from your mind

A fading ghost that soon will disappear

And deep in my would of endless pain

I must face my autumn years

I m picking up the piecesi m picking up the pieces

I m picking up the piecesi m picking up the pieces

Picking up the pieces of my life

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