I closed my tired eyes in storm Storm of the feels and ashes burnt And suddenly an image of you From another point of view
All sounds are gone, its only us A precious picture from the past I touch your skin, I smell your scent, And all the movements that were meant To be the ones that I have sent
in a song about you
To you across the thousand seas Of stupid hopes that set me free The waves of the meaningless past They set me free at last
I trick myself, I think I'm found Nevertheless it is the sound Of thousand hearts out there in storm Being crushed to the lyric tone Of a warm and calming moan