mercoledì 7 agosto 2013

Labyrinth



Just like a spy through smoke and lights 
I escaped through the back door of the world 
and I saw things getting smaller 
fear as well as temptation. 

Now everything is reflection as I make my way through this labyrinth 
and my sense of direction 
is lost like the sound of my steps 
is lost like the sound of my steps. 

Scent of dried flowers and I'm walking through the fog 
walking through the fog 
Scent of dried flowers and I'm walking through the fog 
walking through the fog 

I see my memories in black and white 
they are neglected by space and time 
I store all my days in boxes 
and left my whishes so far behind 
I find my only salvation in playing hide and seek in this labyrinth 
and my sense of connection 
is lost like the sound of my steps 
is lost like the sound of my steps. 

Scent of dried flowers and I'm walking through the fog 
walking through the fog 
Scent of dried flowers and I'm walking through the fog 
walking through the fog 

Words sounds music and I'm spinning in 
Words sounds music and I'm spinning out 
but I want to stay here 
'cause I am waiting for the rain 
and I want it to wash away 
everything, everything, everything. 

Scent of dried flowers and I'm walking through the fog 
walking through the fog 
Scent of dried flowers and I'm walking through the fog 
walking through the fog 

Scent of dried flowers and I'm walking through the fog 
walking through the fog 
Scent of dried flowers and I'm walking through the fog 
walking through the fog 

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