On the Verge of Tears

Senselessly and full of silence I’m waiting here tonight
And with a sort of scorn a waft of mist is covering my life
It is for lack of reason in my past I’m aging pointlessly?
And then I close the eyes to bide my time in absence of a dream
How can I face the silence without a voice that’s near?
And while I feel the raindrops
I’m on the verge of tears…
Bitterly the memories are torturing my mind
Of all these places where I left my verve as time was passing by
And now I realize the path I took might end prematurely
Isn’t it cynical, but now I’m yearning for this dreamless sleep
How should I stand in darkness without a distant glow?
How should I cross the desert without a grain of hope?
How can I face the silence without a voice that’s near?
And while I feel the raindrops
I’m on the verge of tears…
I sigh for it, I’d fight for it, I’d die for it, I’ll try…
I sigh for it, I’d fight for it, I’d die for it, I’ll try…
I sigh for it, I’d fight for it, I’d die for it
How should I stand in darkness without a distant glow?
How should I cross the desert without a grain of hope?
How can I face the silence without a voice that’s near?
And while I feel the raindrops
I’m on the verge of tears…
I’m on the verge of tears…