I want to tell the wind the three little words
I want you to know the secret locked in my soul
Nothing move as silently as the wind
Wish it would find you sooner than the end

Nothing changes the believe of this
This can’t be all that remains
But silently the days move by and i grow older with every drop that leaves my face
The sea is full of cries; dark blue raptures the man and takes it soul for prison underneath the cold light

Home is a memory of the place i used to dream of you
But it no longer is a place for me to return to

Is there really a fata morgana behind the dream?
Have I dreamed for too long and drowned in the desert sand without waking up?

My eyes looked out to see
Reached out to be
Warm blood runs on overdose
Just to prove I am here!

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