Trading My Soul

	作词 : Stolt
	Don't tell me I'm dying... got no time for grief
	Don't open that door – now let me go back to sleep.
	I'm just in a phase of fading, I´m left here trading my soul
	I'm spinning that big black hole
	On borrowed wings; nor flesh, nor skin
	We drift like feathers in wind
	Not the end, but I sense it is near
	I'm in limbo between earth and sky
	I can see all your houses from here
	But don't you tell me that this is dying
	The walls... the carpets... the curtains... they cloud the room
	I'm left here with no ticket, but I bet we're leaving soon
	I'm just in a phase of fading, I´m left here trading my soul
	I'm spinning that big black hole
	On borrowed wings; nor flesh, nor skin
	We drift like feathers in wind
	Not the end, but I sense it is near
	I'm in limbo between earth and sky
	I can see all your houses from here
	But don't you tell me that this is dying

	zuò cí : Stolt
	Don' t tell me I' m dying... got no time for grief
	Don' t open that door now let me go back to sleep.
	I' m just in a phase of fading, I m left here trading my soul
	I' m spinning that big black hole
	On borrowed wings nor flesh, nor skin
	We drift like feathers in wind
	Not the end, but I sense it is near
	I' m in limbo between earth and sky
	I can see all your houses from here
	But don' t you tell me that this is dying
	The walls... the carpets... the curtains... they cloud the room
	I' m left here with no ticket, but I bet we' re leaving soon
	I' m just in a phase of fading, I m left here trading my soul
	I' m spinning that big black hole
	On borrowed wings nor flesh, nor skin
	We drift like feathers in wind
	Not the end, but I sense it is near
	I' m in limbo between earth and sky
	I can see all your houses from here
	But don' t you tell me that this is dying