I heard you're talking of innocense and self control and all these reasons you're dying of fear for an eye and a reach out as falling becomes part of your day these cold winter skies at the birth of July I can see you're visions through this window for all the undo- ne I wanna take you to the pa**ion I can feel you breathing in waves of my own because I had this first dance alone and I know that a mirror wall is a hard thing to see through as your beats are unstable but this corner of silence, this grey eyeing nothingness Is the best thing you have after coloured years as you become me I wanna take you to the pa**ion no one speaks at the first day of his life no one speaks at the moment he dies a better life in colours the feeling cares