Tomorrow i'll be here
in a valley, green valley
full of dreams and clouds
orbed hills involve red shine inside
We will lay on fresh grass
and take a melancholy for two
This is true
that world don't have the end
This is true, my dear friend
We feel, that sky is blue
Missiles goes up
and nothing can't stop it
Far away from beginning
on headwaters of truth
dark cloud of meaning
can't give a rest to you
So gently put the violence of numb
To ribbon of your unused things
Laying on the green grass
on soft orbed hill
your last dream bill (x4)
my friend.
So you can make loud nothing from nothing
exchange dark long hair to a handful of might thing
Brew warm infusion of cherished dream threads and
fill all shapes gray from five-dimensional spaces
Make a thin shadow from universe shining
reflect all my pleas to a garbage collector
Attack from dark holes, build purposeful straight vector
and wait for a peace and for love and for a rainbow
Use a big sword to slice up my earlobe
Put fat black point in a surface of square globe
Copy my feelings to audiotape stripes
Why you can`t stop killing me now?
Cause nothing is true
Nothing is true (xN)
