Breeze
Breeze, Breeze,
Breathing down my neck
Makes my coat cold
And the body screams
Come, Breeze, Breeze
Set me free
Turn on the siren
And give me lasting scars
Breeze
Colours my cheeks red
Takes away bad memories
Breeze
You've shut us in
You win, you win
My name is Kristopher
Ex-train driver
Son of a ship owner
I was his substitute
I was taken care of by a nun in a monastery
I served my country
And returned as a war casualty
And I became paralyzed
From the waist down
And my name is no longer mentioned when people pray
And nobody remembers old Kristopher
The one who saved five lives only to become a war casualty
Breeze