Seems so cold, seem so cruel
See my world, see my smile
See my scars, they are open
See the skies, they are fallen

Sometimes our dreams become so wild
And we have to face it with the broken smile
Sometimes we hope for answers from the wise
And all our tears turns to a red blood wine

See the church, there's no search
See the bird, that you heard
Say this words that you spread
See the stars paint in red

Sometimes our dreams become so wild
And we have to face it with the broken smile
Sometimes we hope for answers from the wise
And all our tears turns to a red blood wine

What's in me is a aftermath
Of what's in the universe

Sometimes our dreams become so wild
And we have to face it with the broken smile
Sometimes we hope for answers from the wise
And all our tears turns to a red blood wine