Your grace, I’m looking for flowers. In a cold dead field I’m waiting for sunrise.
A second before the end, One minute before we fall.
One day to cut all down. Old novel you read when you were a child. When the moon was still bright, When our world was still able to dream, When our world Was still able to dream.
When only you knew the rain Swallows flew away from abyss, from insane things. They sat on your shoulder and told you The Steel sky is a mirage.