Cold and alone, empty inside
the sad story of her petty life.
Nothing was worth fighting for.
Se seemed to live a lucid dream,
if only you could have seen,
her gliding through velvet skies with butterflies.
A young woman trapped in her own world.
Holding her breath, while she was waiting
for her pretty future to arrive.
Her eyes could not see far in the distance,
the darkness surrounding her sight.
Dreamland right in front of her,
she could not find her way.
If only her hearth would lead her,
she should find her way there.
Far away, at the end of the world
there is a dreamland waiting for you.
High above, at the edge of the world
there is a dreamland calling to you.
(Still) Cold and alone, empty inside
the sad ending of her petty life.
Nothing was worth fighting for.
Se seemed to live a lucid dream,
if only you could have seen,
her gliding through velvet skies with butterflies.
A young woman trapped in her own world.
