I open the door, and there lies eternity. Whose voice is it, that voice calling me from afar? Who are you, who strokes my hair?
* What my flute tells of is a land of wishes, and passing time and feelings. I don't want any friends. (That's a lie.) I don't even want myself (That's the truth.)
Footprints in the sand are crumbling
# The night is a mystery; it hides the truth and shows gloom. Bidden by the moon, the night unfolds.
$ Tears fall from the purple night sky above. The sky cries on my behalf.
I close my eyes, and there lies eternity. Whose voice is it that whispers to me from so close? Who are you, who strokes my cheek?
* Repeat
A doll of sand is crumbling.
# Repeat
Stars fall from the ultramarine night sky above. The moon sings on my behalf.
I open the door, and there lies eternity. Whose voice is it, that voice calling me from afar? Who are you, who strokes my hair?
* What my flute tells of is a land of wishes, and passing time and feelings. I don't want any friends. (That's a lie.) I don't even want myself (That's the truth.)
Footprints in the sand are crumbling
# The night is a mystery; it hides the truth and shows gloom. Bidden by the moon, the night unfolds.
$ Tears fall from the purple night sky above. The sky cries on my behalf.
I close my eyes, and there lies eternity. Whose voice is it that whispers to me from so close? Who are you, who strokes my cheek?
* Repeat
A doll of sand is crumbling.
# Repeat
Stars fall from the ultramarine night sky above. The moon sings on my behalf.