I heard you're talking of innocense and self control   and all these reasons you're dying of   fear for an eye and a reach out as falling becomes part of   your day   these cold winter skies at the birth of July   I can see you're visions through this window for all the undo-   ne      I wanna take you to the passion      I can feel you breathing in waves of my own because I had this   first dance alone   and I know that a mirror wall is a hard thing to see through   as your beats are unstable   but this corner of silence, this grey eyeing nothingness   Is the best thing you have after coloured years as you become   me      I wanna take you to the passion      no one speaks at the first day of his life   no one speaks at the moment he dies   a better life in colours   the feeling cares