가사
She fell asleep, I heard,
He is at the door, you said,
With no tangible show, no uttered word,
To collect the moments of the past,
For they’ve done it long ago,
Knowing well, the pallor a song can cast.
We, fell asleep,
To feel the little seep, hesitant to go deep,
Shivering with her rumbling,
Fed eyes and molted ordeals,
Overcomed faked faces, silky wooden horrors,
Followed by these oblivious dreams,
We, all there,
With vituperation shaped pillows, hollows to prepare,
Barely set, shameless pillows as fractured caskets to be safe,
For every hope and forever dreams,
We, loathingly had to step in this cathartic flu,
And watched her walk through the rhythm of trees,
They, saw a leak,
While she was gazing through the essence of sleep,
Maybe to find the solace that secrets cannot keep.
Until our morning call, she is unbroken,
For our structure; fractured, stir, infected,
Sake of their happiness, resisting to be waken.
She, carefully walked through the rhythm of trees,
He wanted to follow, terrified, in this silent breeze,
She whispered: They will not dream, in another dream,
The fall will be over, roots are sprouting lower,
Then horror will cast our imperfection.
Nevertheless, I will ensure the tea to be ready.
We, still se
She fell asleep, I heard,
He is at the door, you said,
With no tangible show, no uttered word,
To collect the moments of the past,
For they’ve done it long ago,
Knowing well, the pallor a song can cast.
We, fell asleep,
To feel the little seep, hesitant to go deep,
Shivering with her rumbling,
Fed eyes and molted ordeals,
Overcomed faked faces, silky wooden horrors,
Followed by these oblivious dreams,
We, all there,
With vituperation shaped pillows, hollows to prepare,
Barely set, shameless pillows as fractured caskets to be safe,
For every hope and forever dreams,
We, loathingly had to step in this cathartic flu,
And watched her walk through the rhythm of trees,
They, saw a leak,
While she was gazing through the essence of sleep,
Maybe to find the solace that secrets cannot keep.
Until our morning call, she is unbroken,
For our structure; fractured, stir, infected,
Sake of their happiness, resisting to be waken.
She, carefully walked through the rhythm of trees,
He wanted to follow, terrified, in this silent breeze,
She whispered: They will not dream, in another dream,
The fall will be over, roots are sprouting lower,
Then horror will cast our imperfection.
Nevertheless, I will ensure the tea to be ready.
We, still se
[Chorus]
We fell asleep
We fell asleep
We fell asleep
[Outro]
In anther dream.
