She wears white, I wear red
She's now wed while I'm in bed

She sings a song
I scream in pain

Wouldn't it be great
If we lived the same

the insensitivity of the keys glide through my soul and into my desires

what I cannot say, will not aspire

will it hide me from my freedom?

or set me beyond the blaze far away in an unknown place?

I wish she could breathe

I wish she could sail beyond every ocean ever imagined

I wish she could life through the flowers and freely seize every feeling and every thought ever imagined

I wish she could breathe

I wish she could breathe

The church bells awaken your deepest doubt

They sing to you with torment

They taunt you - there's no way out

They've found you asleep in your chamber

Your doubts are not so unconscious now

The church bells are here
There is no escape

The screams she cries are rhythms creating a sinfully bliss tune

The tears she cries are fountains of wishful needs emerging from her soul

The pain in her eyes is relevant, yet dismissed by those who'd sacrifice her

I can feel all that needs to be felt,

But i can't quite feel all that should be felt

My eyes wander to the light and
I feel as it
They want to see more...

Something is blocking my vision

The vision of what should be felt

What should be disarmed in my mind of deceit

Dreaming of home in such basic terms is not enough to feed my hungry soul.

It's just a dream that's too far away to even count as a feeling that I lust for.