scarred from ancient times i dream of funny dreams that fade fast no one tells the words as we fall into the echoes
haunting all the blind out in the night again walking through their funny eyes away
breathe so soft and precious as your hands reach for the sky dreaming though i'm endlessly away
so as i screamed i followed their eyes throw my heart away pushing through the rain and pushed me down again they've pushed me down in my trust but then i'll trust them everywhere in my be, in the night, in a glare, in a perfect hold a blinded faith with blood red tears as i put my trust in them then i would, might be crying for this...
