Beneath my eyelids There is no highlight stating your point of view Changing the colors No longer lovers coming back to you Seven Sea sailors Driven by failures, they have my sympathy Islands and diamonds Syrup with almonds will vanish in the Sea I cannot guarantee So you lie, so you cry So you try to feel better And we soon make it bloom Like odd flowers in the winter But you can't stand it when all goes right So you make sure things don't last the way it should And it all comes back again...