Labyrinth

Just like a spy through smoke and lights

I escaped through the backdoor of the world

and I saw things getting smaller

fear as well as temptation

now everything is reflection

as I make my way through this labyrinth

and my sense of direction

is lost like the sound of my steps

is lost like the sound of my steps

scent of dried flowers

and I'm walking through the fog

walking through the fog

scent of dried flowers

and I'm walking through the fog

walking through the fog

I see my memories in black and white

they are neglected by space and time

I stored all my days in boxes

I left my wishes so far behind

I find my only salvation

is playing hide and seek in this labyrinth

and my sense of connection

is lost like the sound of my steps

is lost like the sound of my steps

scent of dried flowers

and I'm walking through the fog

walking through the fog

scent of dried flowers

and I'm walking through the fog

walking through the fog

words sounds music and I'm spinning in

words sounds music and I'm spinning out

but I want to stay here

‘cause I'm waiting for the rain

and I want it to wash away

everything, everything, everything

scent of dried flowers

and I'm walking through the fog

walking through the fog

scent of dried flowers

and I'm walking through the fog

walking through the fog

scent of dried flowers

and I'm walking through the fog

walking through the fog

scent of dried flowers

and I'm walking through the fog

walking through the fog