When our world falls to pieces,
and the moonlight starts to hide,
in a million little splinters,
in the corners of our mind.
Where endless colors,
they are swallowed by the sun,
in a trail full of (blackouts?)
just before they had become.
And fountains full of flowers,
on islands full of tears;
we'll be winners, and fireworks,
will explode and disappear.
You believe what you see;
all the things that you know;
but, oh, you, don't know,
the depth of my soul; the depth of my soul.
oooh... the depth of my soul.
Come it's just a game,
I'm locking every page;
I sense us mirrors,
where we must turn our fate.
The sound of 'Hello',
like a light to the black;
sending us on a spiral,
through a world of goodbyes.
All the truth that we crave,
is up for the last parade;
In a circles of our shadows,
where we play our charades.
You believe what you see;
all the things that you know;
but, oh, you don't know,
the depth of my soul; the depth of my soul.
oooh... the depth of my soul.
oooh... the depth of my soul.