*It's not important,
what I'm feeling
mind's full of sirens
but I'm healing
a bell still ringing
but I am leaving
to sail inside blues
as my raft's sinking
I'm looking for truce
for every piece of truth
but light's so far away
cause I murdered
my dreams today
without light
without hope
I'm going
through this road
in the eye of the storm...*
Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 11:27 AM UTC
*It's not important,
what I'm feeling
mind's full of sirens
but I'm healing
a bell still ringing
but I am leaving
to sail inside blues
as my raft's sinking
I'm looking for truce
for every piece of truth
but light's so far away
cause I murdered
my dreams today
without light
without hope
I'm going
through this road
in the eye of the storm...*
light can be considered as God
I'm looking for God
but somehow he's not
looking for me
