автор: pijama

So now I understand
you lied to me
you can tel the image from soul
and I stayed around
but it wasn,t on purpose.
All that just wasn,t on purpose.

And you lied to yourself
you can keep the music
in a place in the soul.
What a place...
But you turned it in a image
and now I understand
all that wasn,t in purpose.

So now Im going away.
through this open door
and it stays wide open
so you can see the light
and you may understand
there,s no purpose at all.

And all you dreaming
is like a soul, not just image
and all paintings are gone.
The music is coming back.
Not knocking now
cause there,s no door
and no understanding,
and no lies in the fly.