The Call

Often when I'm lonely
then I try to recall
that I'm not the only
who hears this call

There must be someone
who feels exactly the same
There must be anyone
If only I'd know her name

Then I remember the strife
and I feel the cold Night
Yes, I could stay alive
But what if she has died

what if she has died...

Can you hear the call?
It makes me shiver
Can you see me fall?
drowning in this river

Silver starlight is gathering
and it makes me fade
The call will forever ring
hurting like a blade