You smiled every morning to the sun You had something to dream on You couldn't imagine that a day would come When you will have no shoulder to lean on
Who do you trust? What do you see?
Stumbling so bad again and again Can you tell me when will it end? It's a pity to feel this pain After everythung you have made
Who do you trust? What do you see?
So this is how a pocket full of dreams Becomes a pile of the broken bricks
Who can you trust? What do you see? No shoulder to cry on, no place to be When you fly so high it hurts to fall With no man on the ground to hear your call
So this is how a pockeful of dreams Becomes a pile of the broken bricks You are a pile of broken bricks A pile of broken bricks