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 passion



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 passion



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