The axe, the bottle and the rope
   The feeling there really is no more hope
   The thought of the great unknown
   And facing it alone
   The dark, the silent and the cold
   The feeling I have come to the end of my road
   Yes, these are the things I spend my remaining moments with
  
   And the wind blows through my heart
   Shivers me one more time
   As I now reach out in the dark
   No one there
  
   Why did it have to be so hard
   For us to live our lives
   Again I reached out in the dark in despair
  
   The desparation and the snow
   The feeling of finally coming back home
   The melancholy and the hole in the soil so hard and cold
  
   And the wind blows through my heart
   Shivers me one last time
   As I now reach out in the dark
   No one there
  
   Your love for me, my love for you
   Things we somehow managed to lose
   Now there’s only the ruthless wind
   To blow right through
   It freezes my heart, my desperate heart
   To think we both will die alone
  
   And the wind blows through my heart
   Shivers me one last time
   As I now reach out in the dark
   No one there
  
   [We’re going nowhere: All the way to nowhere]