Temporary Sign In Your Hands

I'm a little sleeping

Who has the most beatiful dreams

of a living nightmare

Growing and dying

I want to read your mind

Cause i know you hiding something

Tell me

Every truth is better than a beauti lie

Open yourself

I know it's hard

But i also know

You have to do it for us

I want to read your soul

Cause i know your hiding something

Tell me

Every word is better than a silent cry

I lie here in this empty room

The memories flying through my head

Are fast like the wind

And temporary as a moment

Lines written by blind poets

No longer return the beaty of that world

In losing you

I lost my paradise