There is a thunder
A pounding rumbling against my heart...

To have you so close to me scares me
To know that someone doesn't compares me...

So you know
Though you wish that those moments of truth never...

Dragons in my bedroom
Drugs consuming my mind...

It is softly dripping outside
Like the blood you left on my wooden floor...

So I need to be alone
In that place...

Piece by piece
I am glued again...

Its pine, wood and oak I smell
Garden of Eden in which we stroll...

It is wet where drops of memories pour
Spilling its life form of water onto me...

On the one side of my face shines a light
Darkness covers the rest...

Golden tears because they are drenched
In my lover...

You have a beautiful mind
A soul that gets fed...