Close your eyes and let yourself deepen into your past,
pick-up the lost images of your life,
pick me on you way back,
find me at last
hiding between two thoughts you thought you lost

Don’t destroy your inner wishes
they came alive through me
and everything that found its end
just wasn’t meant to be.

The past is dead. I’m born from it
and pieces from the freedom
and everything that has to come
will be a part of Eden.

Your eyes wide shut. Your lips wide closed.
This dream will last forever
as long as keeping our hearts cold
will be a fiendish pleasure.