Give me your hand
fly with me into the unkown...

We break and bleed
scream and cry...

Emptiness is reproachable to me
while nothingness is intriguing at worst...

Even when we get tired we blunder on
sighing and complaining at the inevitable...

Could life become you more?
You who brighten the world...

Do you really think
that time could pass you by...

Beads scattered
under a ballerina's...

Running round a world so bright
still shrouded in a cape of night...

All I want to do is see him
every night and day...

Her family sees her a last time
she looks down and smiles...

Her family sees her a last time
she looks down and smiles...

I don't think you understand
what your doing to yourself...