She steps outside her tiny box
Doors made of glass with tiny locks
She dreams in monochrome now

Her own world in black and white

She takes her time in redefining me

I'm not convinced and neither is she
It takes so long to get inside of me
What can you see?


She ties me up and brings me flowers


Dead to her I sleep away the hours
In thin air coils we inhale
Two scents of rose


She takes her time in redefining me
I'm not convinced and neither is she

It takes so long to get inside of me
What can you see?
What can you see?