Last night we saw a giant eagle Painting circles on the sky The midnight sun was really eager To make this view an all time high Here we are beside his bed The conversation turns to snow Seems no one can break the silence From a man we used to know From a man we used to know Going places we cannot follow There is no sign of spark in his eyes Where spark was meant to be As substitute for words he can't find Drops of pain are what he speaks Not even in his final hour Will he share what goes on inside A chain of thoughts arrives this moment When drops of pain escape his eyes From a man we used to know Going places we cannot follow There is no spark in his eyes Where spark was meant to be As substitute for words he can't find Drops of pain are what he speaks Tables turn you never know A chain of thoughts Through the snow To make this day an all time low Drops of pain are what he speaks