Deep in the darkest part of your heart br Every beat seems to be a trying slow start br Pride and victory have no place here br Reasonable thoughts are placed on the back burner br Every breath difficult and heavy br Seasons all remain the same, cold, dark and gloomy br Stereotypical behaviour is quite apparent br In the quiet darkness you reside br On a deep running slow train br Never, yes it never seems like you’ll come back again br br Written: Jan.