Morphine In the quietest nights on bedtime Emptiness seems to swallow (me) Inside four walls... Emancipating thoughts I wonder why Why On my desperation All my comprehension Guiding in my dreams – It's my morphine All my feelings lost in time Can you see me from inside? Do you comprehend It's my Morphine? May I tell a story about how It feels for me? It is something so fragile and private So... here I stand alone again... my friend I'm trying to reach you It needs to be done To provide myself some new ways to understand Silence I'm trying to reach you It needs to be done To provide myself some new ways to understand Now I realize that I need to share with you all how I feel Just take a closer look into my eyes and tell me... What do you see? It is my morphine