An old life told me of a place
where all your failures hides
where winds can drive your sails
up to a blood red sky
Think of me, or better yet
just leave the thoughts to dreaming free
for underneath it all
you're just as vague as me
Curtains, Curtains
cover you, softly
Beautiful, you're beautiful
Behind their fall
A change will come
to tape the broken pieces
it has just begun
no shame of being cold
between the two of sons
Curtains... curtains
cover you, softly
Beautiful...you're beautiful
behind their fall