Tranquilly your blood ran cold
Tear down the curtain
You will hide in vain
Don’t pick the rotten violets
They’ll choke your icy glance
You were not the dreadful stranger
I wished the sun to send
Your golden heart is weeping
For some sleepless queens
Too much heroine will grant
A view into your own deep abyss
Don’t try to conceal the hole the people left behind
Don’t get used to the feeling of forlornness
Just a whispered lie.
Tear down the curtain
You will hide in vain
Don’t pick the rotten violets
They’ll choke your icy glance
You were not the dreadful stranger
I wished the sun to send
Your golden heart is weeping
For some sleepless queens
Too much heroine will grant
A view into your own deep abyss
Don’t try to conceal the hole the people left behind
Don’t get used to the feeling of forlornness
Just a whispered lie.