... bottomless drift ... Souls Of Our Beloved Left our bodies Changing own identity til they'll disappear Hands are writing memories on empty pages Hitting our hearts once again we're blaming those images Sitting on the edge of a dream afraid of what we left behind don't wanna open that door Afraid of those dead eyes Don't wanna hear anymore afraid of those unspoken words Don't wanna hear anymore afraid of those unspoken words Suburb of a fallen city knowing herself as a symphony Music is playing inside her no instruments recognized She felt as deprived of her dreams Black maelstrom vertigo falling into void unboard ocean where memories float faces, books, palaces .. echoes captured in a bottomless drift she felt as been deprive she felt as been deprive she felt as been deprive of her dreams...