The little ghosts are here in our minds; and I know that, I know my madness. I'm walking on this black floor, over my eyes, over a dirty life. Over (the) darkness. MAYBE IT'S MY DESTINY, AND THIS LIFE IS JUST A STOP. MAYBE IT'S MY MORNING, NOW,
BECAUSE I BELIEVE THERE IS A GOD. And now I'm here with you, this is my life; and you know all of me, all of my dreams. You, music, with your notes, and with your smile. I want your liquid hands, just for me!