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.