Ignaz Semmelweis

Sold my thoughts to a worthless page
An eternal cross in a restless age
I moan in the light of naked wondering

Sentimental turn come and take you back
With the windy burn of a high smokestack
The crowd roles out
As a moss covered stone comes rolling in

My birth is your creation
I heard you leave your station with a
One-way ticket to a pale moonlight

Elements born of a ruth concealed
I hope that it one day is revealed
My autograph is fading on your receipt

If I live long enough it'll have to die
And be replaced by the distance in your eyes
I'll take what I get through treachery lies and deceit

A bird flies on tomorrow
His birth cry through your sorrow
With a one-way ticket to a pale moonlight

Drowning underneath your verse
Running through the universe
Drowning underneath your verse
Running through the universe