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The idle instabilities of a monochromatic world threaten tears
when really I should sleep
Insecurities and unfounded fears bring the demons near
Is it anger or is it just me seeing the shapes among the clouds?
When can anyone be sure of what is going to melt away on
a warm summer day?
The icy cruel mirror says nothing but speaks volumes
I’m so scared of what might be
Alone through the silvery shadows of moonlight I crawl
Echoes of spoken words that gnaw at my gentle heart
begging for a listening ear
And when my life drives me to the edge, I lay in bed hearing
what the demons have to say
And with those words, my soft heart is frostbitten leather
waiting for a warm summer day
Until then the silvery shadows creep from the mirror
and I see angry shapes in the clouds
I dare to go to dreamland and have the courage to sleep away
the tears of this monochromatic world
I feel idle anger on a moonlit night while my heart listens on
when really I should sleep
Insecurities and unfounded fears bring the demons near
Is it anger or is it just me seeing the shapes among the clouds?
When can anyone be sure of what is going to melt away on
a warm summer day?
The icy cruel mirror says nothing but speaks volumes
I’m so scared of what might be
Alone through the silvery shadows of moonlight I crawl
Echoes of spoken words that gnaw at my gentle heart
begging for a listening ear
And when my life drives me to the edge, I lay in bed hearing
what the demons have to say
And with those words, my soft heart is frostbitten leather
waiting for a warm summer day
Until then the silvery shadows creep from the mirror
and I see angry shapes in the clouds
I dare to go to dreamland and have the courage to sleep away
the tears of this monochromatic world
I feel idle anger on a moonlit night while my heart listens on