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.