When the morning sets the evening as it happened once before Then I flee from false realities When the fluids coloured (...) filled with lovely grass perfume Then I see you were here And all of that sets the front And all of that draws the path we've gone Did I built all the scenes for you? When the midnight sets the nightmares as I dreamed them once before Then I bleed you'll see And when the angriest (...) castles trumbling your sound of fear Then I know you were here. And all of that sets the front And all of that draws the path we've gone Did I built all the trims for you?