 Along the path where the stream is talking
I breathe the mist and continue walking
The wood it whispers in a language of it's own
As a sigh escaped my lips
I feel the light caress of fingertips
that steal away the breath and leave me on my own
Waiting by the stairs, Waiting, I despair
Waiting by the stairs, Waiting, by the...
(my whole life is a dark room,
one, big, dark, room)
Do I hear the hollow sound
footsteps resounding on this frozen ground
or the familiar disappointment of the echoes of my own?
Waiting by the stairs, Waiting, I despair
Waiting by the stairs, Waiting, by the stairs
Waiting by the stairs, Waiting, I despair
Waiting by the stairs, Waiting, by the stairs
For redeption, for election, for the times when i did say;
for the extacsy, for the champion day, whats the point of my fragility?
Somehow I ended up here in between,
where there is always the comfort
of knowing I'll never be seen
when I fall
when I fall
I wait for just one touch
and I fall
Weightless, endless, faithless, I'll adore you.
A single touch before I fade.
Painless let me pass through.
Weightless, endless, faithless, I'll adore you.
A single touch before I fade.
Painless let me pass through.
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