The sun is broken I've seen the scattered forms of glass And time is reaching The speed of a formless demon's flight And you've become the queen of cloudy skies And I need brightness Lit mad fire The nights end sooner And words cannot shape hands and smiles (But not a single soul will weep) Once I thrusted the walls all around me Once I rescued, the remains of my desires... It's the whispering breeze, not me It's the rain who strikes the blinds And alone she left the clouds there trapped But I was not there Demons kill when angels die In my head... A sense of blind quest Will raise my instincts to spread signs Far beyond the ocean's end Now Now I see what this can mean Just an odd and perturbed mind That is no longer to try so hard This must be the scene to surrender and hold...