Breaking through the fog,
only to find another.
Tell me has it been so long?
Have you not the time to bother,
(with me)
Tear away, this gaze, and don't look back.
Promise me that someday
you'll emerge from between the cracks.
Playing those songs,
you sang so well,
beginning from the moment
you broke this wicked spell.
Hardly am I dreaming,
as dreams have not this hue,
somber, like the bleeding
sky, with shades of blue