Yellow,
Taking with the edge,
Taking with the cold.

Is that perfect surprise?

Yellow,

Taking with the edge,
Taking with the cold.
A perfect way to arrive.


Before,
The eyes are opened.

Before,
The legs touch the ground.
Before,

The eyes are opened.
Before,
The illusion is borken.


I keep this shirt,
So let it be as it is.

'Cause it keeps the smell,
That takes me closer to her.


I keep this shirt,
Let it be as it is.
'Cause it keeps the smell,

That takes me back to that moment.

From dark,

From shines of bright,
Comes the life,
Playing with the sun.


The warm,
Between the fingers,

Is brought,
Before the hunger.


I see the dust,
Given life to the life.
I hear the sound,

Of all the trees.

Other sides of the field,

Another sky,
Divided by the light,
Between the dark and the bright.


I keep this shirt.
So let it be as it is

'Cause it keeps the smell,
That takes me closer to her.


I keep this shirt.
So let it be as it is
'Cause it gives me lessons ,

That one not misses.

I keep this shirt.

So let it be as it is
'Cause it gives the smell,
That takes me back to that moment.


I keep this shirt.
Let it be as it is

'Cause it gives the smell,
That takes me closer to her.