When you have reached the bottom
The cross of your life
To the point of no return
You can't face reality
And realize
We have to live for the day
You're left on your own
You feel like a rolling stone
On the edge of danger
Broken wings can't fly
Hold on, cold wind blowing
The show has to carry on
Can't find a hideway
The show has to carry on
By the one way through
The garden of delight
There grew blue and strawberrys
But all your dreams for the future
Are now wasted and dead
You got no opportunities ahead
You're left on your own
You feel like a rolling stone
On the edge of danger
Broken wings can't fly
Hold on, cold wind blowing
The show has to carry on
Can't find a hideway
The show has to carry on
Hold on, cold wind blowing
The show has to carry on
Can't find a hideway
The show has to carry on
Hold on, cold wind blowing
The show has to carry on
Can't find a hideway
The show has to carry on
Carry on, carry on