Bleeding heart, Bleeding heart
beating in slow motion...

Sing me a love song,
a melody...

There is a door that's open
but we have to break in, just the same...

I'm a hard art.
Paint made of many faces...

What is art?
It's speaking from the heart...

To soon I say,
for such a great friend to be on your way...

White daisy,
pollinated in Africa...

With a heritage of broken heart
I watch you...

The other who bears my name has begun to unknow...
He wakes when I sleep...

Wounded bird,
broken wing...

Stop.
Do not colonize my social life...

My eyes hurt, a painful reflection,
it's a state of art, my fantastic imagination...