My heart is closed and latched
It's never broody neither dreamy
Some days I know it will never
smell the roses of lust and love
or bury under the feisty seas

When the sun sets and its rays rest
stinging the core of my starry eyes
the visions of yesterday just poison
settling in an abyss of volcanic ash
the smell of another is a lost rhyme

When the moon bestows it's crown
time passes as a burning mad mass
counting all the lost years, one by one
falling effortlessly in scars of betrayal
and echoes of the gone skylines