|
Actually, it's overpowering after your call |
|
It took me beyond the truth |
|
And pushed me further into a void |
|
Actually, you're taking refuge in imagination |
|
From here and now a rupture grows through each day |
|
Unwillingly flows |
|
Then in lustre of season |
|
Flies away every reason |
|
Here and now the rupture shows again |
|
Through which the almond grows |
|
There is unrest beside some sides |
|
And uncertainly searching for a meaning |
|
Clouds as they're floating past in the present |
|
As much more thoughts part in the present days |
|
Come, keep calling me |
|
Oh, keep calling, ah |
|
Come, keep calling my name |
|
Oh, keep calling, ah |
|
Come and see me falling |
|
Foolishly following your mind |
|
Come and see and fall in |
|
Fall into your mind |
|
(Wait for me) |
|
(Wait for me) |
|
(Wait for me) |
|
(Wait for me) |
