Is there depth in your eyes I suspect
Or the surface I neglect
I should be really satisfied

Hard to believe your glooming face died

Things people and reactions

Ignorance must be careful
Don't trust the murder of your trust
Is there trust in what we murder


White leather pants
And a friendly face

Call me in
Please come closer
Please come closer


Beauty is a composition
It's in the heart

Don't play out of tune
Or it will kill the rose, like a dart


Out of the sun in the shade
She'll surely die
Though I try to lie

Stronger forces made it die