Kill the lights and let’s see how noise looks like   Rehearse the moment we will die in forever      But sometime even the slightest piece of a note will be lonely and forgotten and empty and speechless. With every turn. And   that’s the saddest part about it that will never happen      Every day your hair   falls in quite another way (another way, another way)   and you’ll never be able to show (able to show, able to show)   every interpretation of your art      Kill the lights and let’s see how noise looks like   Rehearse the moment we will die in forever      Copied expectations never perform desire but that’s the   greatest thing about it, infinite and splendid. And with the   second you hear this it will be gone and irretrievable      Every day your hair   falls in quite another way (another way, another way)   and you’ll never be able to show (able to show, able to show)   every interpretation of your art      This time I’m not on my own   Tonight it’s something more than these simple words   The sound of your eyes, the gaze of your voice make me go insane   Nothing’s purer than your faces