| Places we find out, we're in the wrong time | |
| We should suffer for black winter moments | |
| Researching on the roof | |
| Inside of me there's some more then | |
| when the lights around the new | |
| Wishing you all the time and I'm | |
| In the trying area | |
| What instinct from this | |
| rumbling eastern light from your grace | |
| Is that light from your eyes? | |
| If I had a strong rope I'd twist it | |
| around your new found island | |
| I'd push you with all my power | |
| so near that I can hear you breathing | |
| I'd open the box and to write | |
| the golden snowy soon in your side | |
| It was written in the foggy fight | |
| just so I can hear you smile.. |