Glass Skin
My vision starts to blurThe sky turns to glass, the wind so colorfulAlone on this spinning merry-go-roundI wave my handAnd as my guilt amasses, I feel my voice ever weakeningTomorrow I will abandon myself to sleep
More than the tears of comedy, more fleeting than anything esleStolen as I am, corrupted as I amHere...
As night breaks into a dark morning, the window seems to me like a portraitI rouse my drowsy skin, stretch my hand towards the dripping imageThe floating, scattered lives in the river in spring, where do they go?I place my hands on a massive door, shut tightBy the corpse of the parade, its stillness mocks me too this dayFor the fact that I cannot rest
More than the tears of comedy, more fleeting than anything elseStolen as I am, corrupted as I amLet love be here...The foolishly dancing seasons make me hurt all overStolen as I am, corrupted as I amDissolving in the dream offered me
I bleed as my way of compensating everything to youHow heavy is blood?Happiness and sadness lies too close
At the birth of the new morrow, that hand seems so very pureBut I can no longer see you through the tears
More than the tears of comedy, more fleeting than anything elseStolen as I am, corrupted as I amLet love be here...There is a Ferris Wheel from where I can look down on youAnd the melody that plays as it crumblesIs so sweet and beautiful it's scaryAll these empty, hollow words exposed to the sunTheir shadow reaches to my heart and I can feel it burn