The little ghosts are here

in our minds;

and I know that,

I know my madness.

I'm walking on this black floor,

over my eyes,

over a dirty life.

Over (the) darkness.



MAYBE IT'S MY DESTINY,

AND THIS LIFE IS JUST A STOP.

MAYBE IT'S MY MORNING, NOW,

BECAUSE I BELIEVE THERE IS A GOD.



And now I'm here with you,

this is my life;

and you know all of me,

all of my dreams.

You, music, with your notes,

and with your smile.

I want your liquid hands,

just for me!