Town of Strangers - Bokka

Early birds flying oh so high

Standing trees — brothers in arms

Dying hope in this town of strangers

Carbon streets on a rainy day

Carpets of leaves under my feet

The dawn is coming to my town of strangers

The storm comes and goes

And I keep walking, I keep walking

Rain drops shine with gold

My heart was stolen, heart was stolen

Children play in the dirt

Fences break under the pressure of time

Lonely moon stapled to the grayness

Sleepy dogs, no one heard them bark

Broken chains — remains of the past

The dawn is coming to my town of strangers

The storm comes and goes

And I keep walking, I keep walking

Rain drops shine with gold

My heart was stolen, heart was stolen