And she said it was alright/ to recover things, to recover me/ You know it all except the bound of my true embrace trough thewords I said/ because I just want to fall down/ in your deep blue eyes, in your stormless face/ but lumber trough the crowd/ it's decree weakness as my common sense/ You've been lost without a trace/ should I be aiming for yourtouch/ and I quash all revulsion/ it was so much happier than today/ when love won't gain no ground/ with your foolish odds/ on your complementary choices/ I obey until you say you will/ You've been lost without a trace/ should I be aiming for your touch