Another door open in my chest Made of granite and oak It melts away in the Sun Leaving just the stone Nowhere left to run My hands are full at the end I heave the last box of regret Into the abyss I stand and wonder: Who lives for me? My tomb in amber My life below the silt My eyes are pure Should I be buried at sea or sand? I can fight again All this bad blood Turns black and blue An elephant in this desert Through the abyss