walked in someone's home
walked in a life that isn't my own
walked an I saw a face unknown
a face that healed the scars in the depth of my soul



loaning for something that will never be mine  
just a picture in my twisted mind
like looking to what I'll never find
like kissing the lips of time


I can't control my own thoughts
her hand on my shoulder an there I lost my heart
her touch, her eyes tears of blood falling on my lonely heart
keep the silence, keep it inside


you built a life on your own
am just a "cliché" waiting to be born
your beautiful soul  a beautiful dawn
will never be in a heart ; mine, already gone


she's just a ghost am trying to catch
the more I know , the less
a simplified fear in my regret
more or less is the whole I get