Clepsydra - 4107 lyrics

Where a hole in the mirror Acts on the scene You stand alone With your mind in your heart. I remember these days But the power is off The dust on the drums Seems snow on a tree. The flower in your hand smiles at you There‘s no leaf falling There‘s no drop calling But it bites like a snake tatoo. The finger on the key Strikes a journey to the heart Switch it out if you want Keep it off if it comes from your eyes. The game with the words Is a battle without referee Thousand and thousand But the song is still the same. Where a hole in the mirror Acts on the scene You stand alone With your mind in your heart.