Drain our senses

Searching is too much.

Deep is deep enough and much indeed.

I’m one of those who are condemned to live with these words stuck in mind.

I want fire with fire

but there’s no more pure red left.

She wants blue water poured on her hands

but they got paralyzed.

Whenever I bring those pictures in my head

they’ re crashing it as if they were crystal glass blows.

So keep me into the fire

so keep me, keep me warm

we’ ll never be awake again

as long as I’m listening to the sweet rain

just drain our senses tonight..

Searching is too much, searching is too much

but you’re fuckin not.