- cifra
All the subtle flavours of my life
Are become bitter seeds
And poisoned leaves
Without you
You represent what's true
I drain the colour from the sky
And turn blue
Without you
These arms lack a purpose
Flapping like a humming-bird
I'm nervous 'cause
I'm the left eye
You're the right
Would it not be madness to fight?
We come one
In you the song which rights my wrongs
In you the fullness of living
The power to begin again
From right now, in you
We come one
I'm not afraid
Never never scared
Worries washed
Pressed air
I am the left eye
You're the right
Would it not be madness to fight?
We come one
