Heima

One thousand years in words A thousand words which carve me to death Without guts, we still get hurt I need to get out One thousand words in years A thousand years which tell the whole story No one sees, behind empty words There's always something The last tears shed I wipe them off The last years of a lifetime The last years lived The last rivers flow away The wounds – yes, they heal One thousand words in deaths A thousand years, tears run down our cheeks Gashes, which we suture together And so move on The last tears shed Now I wipe them off The last years of a lifetime The last straws are drawn The last rivers flow away The wounds, they heal The wounds, they heal The last tears flow away The wounds – yes, they heal Yes, they heal Yes, they heal Now I'm finally home