Perhaps it's time to call off the searchnI think it's time to come to restnnCall off the searchnCome to restnnThe search goes onnInto the shadowsnThere is no guidenOnly the darknnCall off the searchnCome to restnnThere's nothing to look fornThere's nothing to findnnLie awake at night thennAlways alreadynNo one can help you nownCutting air into shredsnRussian doll syndromenPiecing together the forever completennCall off the searchnThere's nothing more to look for