Thinking of time while you breath all your safety
Wishing your life to get a little more real
And cold and warm
And maybe your window
Is locked from, outside
But there's so many doors and keys
And places to reach
Inside your eyes so deep and wet
And you should take pictures of gardens
In the sunniest mornings cause'
You drift like a drop of dew in
Your moves so tenderly and softly cause' you
Surely don't need any reason to walk
Trought fire or gra** or whatever the hell
That just falls your mind
Ahh, Ahh
Well then you decide, to aparently die
And twist your world
Upside
Down/stairs you find
Some candles and wine, and whispers of your
Old and silly pride