And she said it was alright/

to recover things, to recover me/

You know it all except the bound of my true embrace trough the words I said/

because I just want to fall down/

in your deep blue eyes, in your stormless face/

but lumber trough the crowd/

it’s decree weakness as my common sense/

You’ve been lost without a trace/ should I be aiming for your touch/

and I quash all revulsion/ it was so much happier than today/

when love won’t gain no ground/ with your foolish odds/

on your complementary choices/

I obey until you say you will/

You’ve been lost without a trace/

should I be aiming for your touch