I'm a little sleeping Who has the most beatiful dreams Of a living nightmare Growing and dying
I want to read your mind Cause I know you hiding something Tell me Every truth is better than a beautiful lie
Open yourself I know it's hard But I also know You have to do it for us
I want to read your soul Cause I know your hiding something Tell me Every word is better than a silent cry
I lie here in this empty room The memories flying through my head Are fast like the wind And temporary as a moment Lines written by blind poets No longer return the beaty of that world In losing you I lost my paradise