| Touching these walls I am feeling | 
| How madness is growing in me | 
| I’m hearing these voices and I realise | 
| This house is inside my mind | 
| In the garden of this broken court | 
| I am walking through and through these open doors | 
| And I’m following the voice in a dream state | 
| Following these calls from behind time | 
| The ghostly echoes… of cries and sobs… | 
| — I'm sedated by sighs, have constant fear on my mind | 
| The ghostly echoes… of whispers and moan… | 
| The wind is throwing dry autumn leaves | 
| On my dream path through the trees | 
| Deluded and weak I’m feeling | 
| Breathing walls against my palm | 
| Changing into something hostile and bad | 
| This court is overpowering me | 
| In the garden of this broken court | 
| I am walking through and through these open doors | 
| And I’m following the voice in a dream state | 
| Following these calls from behind time | 
| The ghostly echoes… of cries and sobs… | 
| — I'm sedated by sighs, have constant fear on my mind | 
| The ghostly echoes… of whispers and moan… | 
| The wind is throwing dry autumn leaves | 
| On my dream path through the trees | 
| I’m wide awake but I’m dreaming | 
| — voices are calling for me | 
| Floating through hollow halls | 
| In between the lines of madness and sanity | 
| In the garden of this broken court | 
| I am walking through and through these open doors | 
| And I’m following the voice in a dream state | 
| Following these calls from behind time | 
| The ghostly echoes… of cries and sobs… | 
| — I'm sedated by sighs, have constant fear on my mind | 
| The ghostly echoes… of whispers and moan… | 
| The wind is throwing dry autumn leaves | 
| On my dream path through the trees |