I got up from my cold bed because my sleep was disturbed by thought’s cries...
I knew I was a masochist. All I wanted to see was all I’ve never liked. So that window seemed so deep and dark that I could never have freed my mind from her appeal.
Behind the white fiber I felt something freezing blood in my veins, maybe anger, a dull sound running in my feelings.
Angry and empty eyes don’t observe and become blind, hands cannot be stretched, but they can close their fists to defend the security of their own world.
Security (lives inside) of their (painful hands) own world!
Room with a view, so fit to see the world, but so transparent to my reflection. This’s the perfect view over selfishness.
A stone cannot dissolve like sand in the storm, I’ve to find refuge behind the window.
Full glare of vanity and envy blinded my eyes! Nothing to eat at the banquet of loneliness.
Security (lives inside) of their (painful hands) own world!
Room with a view, so fit to see the world, but so transparent to my reflection. This’s the perfect view over selfishness.
A stone cannot dissolve like sand in the storm, I’ve to find refuge behind the glasses.
Now I can see so distant from my throne, that I cannot feel what is inside the room. It’s the time to close the drapes and go back to sleep.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
