Caught beneath the landslide Hide behind the trees Burning out every single bridge That once belonged to me This riddle in my Shell This riddle from within All this doubts that are slowly shaping Deep inside of me Then I take a look into this broken skies And fear for those who want to fly Leaving hopes and dreams behind to die Waiting for disaster on a cold long day I'm waitin for the devil to walk my way Trading tears for ashes and faith for scars Where is my catcher in the rye? in the rye When I take a look into this broken skies And fear for those who want to fly Leaving hopes and dreams behind to die When I take a look into this broken skies And fear for those who want to fly Leaving hopes and dreams behind to die Oh take a look into this broken skies And fear for those who want to fly Leaving hopes and dreams behind to die