I find myself in this same trance
With my head and heart closed...

By Chris Rodriguez
I can't say anymore that I want someone to come...

By Chris Rodriguez
She said to me she agreed with me...

By chris Rodriguez
From the brightest light...

By Chris Rodriguez
The wife of the soldier lays her bouquet down...

The final days are drawing nearer
And it's throwing everything out of proportion...

A reflection in the mirror tells nothing at all
You see yourself as you want to be...

Breathe in all the things you cannot have,
Offending, descending, everything, to nothing...

The track left me a ticket at this station,
Not going to live my life as an imitation...

Nothing yet has really sunk in,
Everything is so different now...