Your heavens smiled down the sun for me,

in your clouds I have lost my soul.

or maybe it was my goal
to merge into your white fluffy oblivion.

The child that was never born,

The lad of fifteen forever gone

But its in your golden grass and amber lights

that had me withdrawn, far from this unreal "reality"

to a place were they both belong.

Then come what thunder, come what rain. Come what scorching heat, they in vain,
will fall over and cast away

Whilst i float in your lake of indie songs.

You are my precious december night, you are my spring so golden and bright

you are the friend i always desired, you are my weakness, my greatest might.

The sand clock will bring me soon afloat

like a fish, out from my water of life, and will gloat my soul with a world so "real"

and my smiles and cheers and laughter and joy were doomed, since the day they started

but even when we have departed

you will be an everlasting perfume.

Filling my life with your essence

FOREVER!