It was autumn The eleventh month of twentieth year A shape came into my dreams And I felt fear and solitude But the shape didn't speak stared at me In life we all wish the best In life we search for the best My Lord, my soul is dirty My Lord, what if they all faded out? I wish I were dust So I could fly Moved by the wind And my mind would go Over heaven And so far away But now can innocence cause so much pain? In life we all wish the best In life we search for the best My Lord, my soul is dirty My Lord, can innocence kill?