In a night-time tale – a stable story of...
A little girl hides within those pages...

Forsaken trees of the forest,
The water path, salt portrays...

You believe that a drug can cure you,
You believe that a knife can impale only skin...

See it in your eyes,
What lay’s at the end of this road...

In the making of a scene so wrong, a vivid...
Hands that are hidden within the walls of...

Got the devil on my back,
And copper on my finger...

I’m holding your hand and taking at look at...
In black and white. I got my hands tied up and...

Nothing has been said to me,
No scene in my head had past or come to...

Dusk and dawn, in two same times,
On one side of the room darkness, choice of sleep...

Nightingale in the night time sky,
Elbows steady, on the windowsill...