Why do I freeze under that sight of thine?
It is not fear… Or is it? Could I guess?
Like I do not belong to breathless moment's line
And try to hide from thee and silently confess
What plot we chose to run this little play?
The truth behind the curtains, masked faces,
Betrayals, dramas, healing, searching for the way
To cease the sorrow leaving selfish traces
I look at thou and wish to be that calm
An' bear the constant "four" inside the head of mine
To press my chin against thy soothing palm
And listen to the double-beating lie
     Then as the silence covers me with sleeping veil
     There's nothing left I was supposed to fail