Don't come to pieces in my hand

White stars reflecting dust and sand

That perfume makes me think of grief

Shake the faith shake the belief



Who's there to say that we're living this moment

Feels like I'm in a play

The sets and the props of this, your apartment

Seem to be fading away, fading away



So I wander through these rooms

I feel the orbit of the moons

And I dream what I become

And all's forgotten by the sun