Outside these windows
beyond the distant horizon
where all the teardrops grows
so fragile and frozen
the longing stretches
out a bloodstained hand
as the water drenches
the last piece of land
So Turn of the light
Come and see my world
Let's enjoy the sight
of the wind
making dead leafs swirl
Stuck in the absence
of another tomorrow.
behind the wall and fences
between the joy and the sorrow
the sound of breathing
through plastic tubes
so blissfully dreaming
unaware of the burning fuse
So Turn of the light
Come and see my world
Let's enjoy the sight
of the wind
making dead leafs swirl