Dancing with the hours, in a wagon we live one hour by day. Insomnia turned to be a big friend, oh the smiling tornados You keep those magazines inside that briefcase like a memory of life Like Dreams in Cellophane Those trophy houses are waiting, the sun is shining, and the paper looks so real You keep these bank letters like a valentines day present. Inside you know, the life you always wanted is one step closer Should I climb this stair, could my new house define me? Am I waiting something…? The way I imagine Her Face said "I don't want it" The nails I Crave in my hands I see my soul dancing inside this sapphire You Hide emotion inside the vase Until Miss Dead Eyes knocked you in the back Remembering you that your new house didn't came with a smile Offer refused, your love is gone, and this house has broken Doors, Golden Necklace in frozen bed A roof falls, a dead (end) Alone I walk; this house became alive, and swelled me. Inside!