Snowy fields and a golden sun
And a black dog on the run.
I lost track within all the trees
In the middle of your scream.
Our red rope was never found
And the black dog gave no sound.
I waited for my chance to come
But I knew it already passed.
Nothing ever changed
And nothing ever changed
And nothing ever changed.
Remembering the younger years
And a black dog full of fears.
While I am trying to rewrite history
I remember what has passed.
I remember what has passed.
And the black dog is the same.
And the black dog is the same.
And the black dog is the same.
And the black dog is the same.
And the black dog is the same.
And the black dog is the same.