Just like a spy through smoke and lights
  I escaped through the back door of the world
  and I saw things getting smaller
  fear as well as temptation.
  
  Now everything is reflection as I make my way through this labyrinth
  and my sense of direction
  is lost like the sound of my steps
  is lost like the sound of my steps.
  
  Scent of dried flowers and I'm walking through the fog
  walking through the fog
  Scent of dried flowers and I'm walking through the fog
  walking through the fog
  
  I see my memories in black and white
  they are neglected by space and time
  I store all my days in boxes
  and left my whishes so far behind
  I find my only salvation in playing hide and seek in this labyrinth
  and my sense of connection
  is lost like the sound of my steps
  is lost like the sound of my steps.
  
  Scent of dried flowers and I'm walking through the fog
  walking through the fog
  Scent of dried flowers and I'm walking through the fog
  walking through the fog
  
  Words sounds music and I'm spinning in
  Words sounds music and I'm spinning out
  but I want to stay here
  'cause I am waiting for the rain
  and I want it to wash away
  everything, everything, everything.
  
  Scent of dried flowers and I'm walking through the fog
  walking through the fog
  Scent of dried flowers and I'm walking through the fog
  walking through the fog
  
  Scent of dried flowers and I'm walking through the fog
  walking through the fog
  Scent of dried flowers and I'm walking through the fog
  walking through the fog