Strong and silent knight
He is always caring...
My knees collapse
i hit the ground...
We have a fixed fantasy
That we can't escape of...
To get inside all you need is a key
But you see, the key, is deep down deep...
Find the thoughts of mine,
Thinking over small cynical...
He sits upon his throne,
Chin on the pommel of his sword...
For any man who
wishes to chase the sun...
(hey...yesterday I've written a new song...)
I look at the clock, it's midnight...
Dance with me
this dance of death...
There gallop the valiant knights
Their banners stream behind as robust kites...
The tree, it fell on all the people
Holding the young below them...
All dressed in red from head to toe,
was pretty Little Red Riding Hood...