Black walls in this corridor Constant process of loosing How did I get here How did you change my mind
Insufficient memory, syndrome kicks in
Dark colors, faint flares Permanent process of winning Why do you love me Why am I scared
Insufficient memory, transition to dream
When I hold you, I hold the wind in my hand When I touch you, it feels like pieces of sand When I kiss you, I kiss the slow drying blood But when I love you, I love like it will never stop