What dreams I'd dare to dream if I could find,
some peace within this hollow heart of tears.
Left empty for so many frozen years,
imprisoned by the loss of love maligned.
I'd wrench free of this Stockholm state of mind,
remember who I was before these fears.
Rejoice in friendship found among my peers,
and trust in the collective of mankind.
Perhaps I might enjoy life once again?
To walk among the living not the dead.
Sweet harmony I would myself to wed,
release this bitter agony and pain.
Yes, I will dance and laughter be my stead,
among blue heather fields I shall remain.