°-it's easier living with you eyes closed-µ

all blossoms frozen

your warmth blown over

over cities, over skies

i'm bottling up anger and despair 

inside of me

now i am lying there paralized 

(i didn't realize...)

in a lonely corner

and everything feels cold as ice

where is my reality?

were those dreams too inept too be true?

now i'm standing here on my own

and i can't force myself to do one thing

to open my eyes and see what have become of me

because it's easier to live with your eyes closed

leastwise i now know what pain is...

Woher ich immer sowas nehme... keine Ahnung. Das Ende ist mir jedenfalls wegen Charlie Paces Tattoo eingefallen.