The feeling of first sunlight Has fallen like a flood after fire I need to swim in an ocean As cold as the look you gave A cigarette to waste my time And wine like the richest rose The feather in my cap, it has blown away Fallen in an ocean as cold as the look you gave I'd take the wind on that blows down mountains All my days hotter than the sun To never see the stroke of moonlight To turn away that look you gave ♪ There's a place on my ceiling And sometimes I think that it is looking Back at me And sometimes it looks just like Paul Gachet I'd take the wind on that blows down mountains All my days hotter than the sun To never see the stroke of moonlight To turn away that look you gave