just like a spy through smoke and lightsI escaped through the back door of the worldand I saw things getting smallerfear as well as temptation.now everything is reflection as I make my way through this labyrinthand my sense of directionis lost like the sound of my stepsscent of dried flowers and I'm walking through the fog I see my memories in black and whitethey are neglected by space and timeI store all my days in boxesand left my whishes so far behind I find my only salvation in playing hide and seek in this labyrinthand my sense of connectionis lost like the sound of my steps scent of dried flowers and I'm walking through the fogwalking through the fog words sounds music and I'm spinning inwords sounds music and I'm spinning outbut I want to stay here'cause I am waiting for the rainand I want it to wash awayeverything, everything, everything. scent of dried flowers and I'm walking through the fogwalking through the fog
Post N° 17
just like a spy through smoke and lightsI escaped through the back door of the worldand I saw things getting smallerfear as well as temptation.now everything is reflection as I make my way through this labyrinthand my sense of directionis lost like the sound of my stepsscent of dried flowers and I'm walking through the fog I see my memories in black and whitethey are neglected by space and timeI store all my days in boxesand left my whishes so far behind I find my only salvation in playing hide and seek in this labyrinthand my sense of connectionis lost like the sound of my steps scent of dried flowers and I'm walking through the fogwalking through the fog words sounds music and I'm spinning inwords sounds music and I'm spinning outbut I want to stay here'cause I am waiting for the rainand I want it to wash awayeverything, everything, everything. scent of dried flowers and I'm walking through the fogwalking through the fog