Lyrics:

Inside this tree
There is one endless sky
Like a drape of crystal smell

Thirty years are gone
They all end in this house
Where the senses love to drown

Late december is what i'm feeling
And it's still alive
With its old lights and voices i breathe

So many lives
Some go away
Some will always stay

Thirty years are gone
They all end in this house
Where the senses' spirits drown