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...