Tomorrow sounds like forever
and near seems so far away...

A love, lost once again
my heart will be locked away...

A natural fluctuation
in the air...

In my book there are old yellow
pages, with fading ink on...

Inspecting my skin like mad,
searching for a source of pain...

I am done sewing metaphors
and painting happy endings...

The torch I hold
for us to see the lost route outside...

I hope those pieces you stole from me
can fill the gaps of your soul...

I took fire from the amber
you hid under the pillow...

Blue fell slowly on the last canvas
like a desperate dark night...

Were you near rebirth?
To dive in pure water...

Consumed by your spirit
i am stuck in a winter tomb...