Deep inside me,
I feel a storm,
its echoes flee,

I rest warm.
It's like a bomb
of fire and sound,

it's coming from
where profound.


My world's made of tears
since you departed to disappear,
but my hope is clear:

I will carry on standing up here.

I'm a white paper with a blot,

I'm a bright sun with a black spot,
and in my dreams we are together as ever.
I'm a clear mirror with a crack

that reflexes you forever,
and in my dreams we are together as ever.


Deep inside you,
you feel a chill,
it's something new

and gets you ill.
It's like voodoo,
a magic rite,

it ties up you,
stops your flight.


My world's made of tears
since you departed to disappear,
but my hope is clear:

I will carry on standing up here.

I'm a white paper with a blot,

I'm a bright sun with a black spot,
and in my dreams we are together as ever.
I'm a clear mirror with a crack

that reflexes you forever,
and in my dreams we are together as ever.