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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