"Hell is truth seen too late." - Tyron Edwards (1809-1894) I was always looking for something new Sometimes something irresistible To spice up my life a bit Keep me from losing it I always started by coming back I never made it to the point of no return Instead I started running from it all I'm putting miles and miles between What's mine and yours Put in some appalling social mess In some backwards landscape Which you knew from your holidays With mom and dad But the inhabitants were not the same Their view on freedom now came in a violent way Yes, they had changed your spring into winter time Into winter time