stolen days from the lifes that don’t belong to us are the best cure
inspired by your beauty, so genuine, so pure
you’re from the other world, but does it mean at all
does it mean in this place where people don’t have names
where the only thing I see in flames is your face
all the beautiful words were meant to describe you
all the saddest songs in this world were written about you
all magnificent places through ages were built for you
how would I want in this moment to be there for you
how could I stop this moment for a while, till the world die?
just keep talking, make me alive…
I could’ve burned under your touch, I don’t care if it hurts so much
I could’ve drowned in your voice that sounds like light in the world’s noise…
If we’re kindled do we ever have a choice?