I knew it wouldn't arrive
I knew it was a lie
How much time cause of him did I loose
Broken promises with zero done
This is love, very problematic
Like you, Like me

It's a wait on the telephone
The simple adventure on the ilogic
The craziness of the magic
A posion without any antidote
The bitternitess of infity.
This is love, very problematic
Like you, Like me

My thoughts glide through the air
a falling leaf during spring
Let's not be mistaken
The tree is a God
discarding the leafs
that thought infity was within their grasp
but the tree is just
He who does not judge
is free of sin
yet a slave to virtue
The tree roots buried deep
desperately clinging to Earth which gives him life
A God amongst mortals
is a mortal as well
Where the leafs failed
the tree succeeded

My thoughts glide through the air
a falling leaf during spring
A God amongst mortals