Outside these windows
Beyond the distant horizon
Where all the teardrops grows
So fragile and frozen

The longing stretches
Out a bloodstained hand
As the water drenches
The last piece of land

So turn of the light
Come and see my world
Let’s enjoy the sight
Of the wind
Making dead leafs swirl

Stuck in the absence
Of another tomorrow
Behind the wall and fences
Between the joy and the sorrow

The sound of breathing
Through plastic tubes
So blissfully dreaming
Unaware of the burning fuse

So turn of the light
Come and see my world
Let’s enjoy the sight
Of the wind
Making dead leafs swirl