Cinnamon and sugar
Indian chai...

After everything is over
all the words are said...

Reality is plastic
life is gymnastics...

You don't have to die
to scream aloud...

We are swinging listening soft voice's singing
It's our lullaby, we are swinging in the cradle of...

Look at my hands
they are covered with blood...

If one day I am gone
you don't wake beside me...

Moon is hidden behind cloud
just like she is covered in veil...

You and I
standing under the gate of Taj Mahal...

I lay on your arms
my head on your lap...

Did he fall
did he crawl...

I made up my mind
this hell I have been living in...