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