Thoughts, sometimes sad and sometimes bright, once conceived won't go away With time, somehow cruel and volatile, they intensify Somewhere they have reached her, unperceived, so faint, so quiet And she is so fragile, like the vulnerable child that she keeps inside... The paintings that you draw in your world, so easily they grace and they shine A fancy from your childhood returned, but sometimes you just draw it black and white Dreams, sometimes shaded, sometimes light, once they're forged they fade away At times, with a stroke of wing they fly off eternally... The paintings that you draw in your world, so easily they grace and they shine A fancy from your childhood returned, but sometimes you just draw it black and white Stillness spreads out slowly, makes itself at home In this house where she thrived, she now feels alone Whispers from a foretime fill her heart with rain Once somebody left here all the grief that never died away