Like a thorn defending a rose, it penertated my vein
Welcoming the pleasuredome and everlasting beauty
Like children analysing a picture book, and so do I
The footsteps printed in blue grass, are different today
Whilst you have changed in the way you look at me
The view through an empty bottle makes sense
Time stands still, even life does
The painting on the wall lives it's own life
As the night seems to be everlasting, so do I
Born from a new and unknown womb, it has coloured my life
The landscape on the painting moves, and I didn't ask for it
Please don't make it stop, I hope this will never change
