The happy hours are gone
The silence hides the sun
There's nothing left on the blue hall
No one with whom to fall.
Knitted steps through pains
Just let me feel again
The tiny roars which filled my soul
I'm dying here alone.
The happy hours are gone
The winter killed the light
There's nothing left on the green hall
No one with whom to wry.
The mother river spell
Is floating in our veins
Just send me a sign of your existance
Just curse my name.
Driving through the East
Scratched with love
Searching for my lost
Tiny revolutions.
Haunted by snails
Laughing out loud
How can I find you
In this fucking mud where i'm breathing.
Your eyes dissapeared
What a crazy hope
Searching for myself
Through my own illusions.
I'm searching for your tears
I'm searching for
Still searching for…
The happy hours are gone
The silence hides the sun
There's nothing left on the blue hall
No one with whom to fall.
