it flows through her veins with a gentle whisper
oh how could this game won a flow of casper
again and again these scenes repeat in such a panter
with eyes so pure with a hope of the fullest
filling it these jars with empty wishes
through the pain of soft blows
and through these nights lay in shores
a wish to grant makes you wish for more
another one makes you stare in bore
for that i say to you
i'm sorry for all the things that became of you
again and again these scenes repeat in such a panter
with your eyes so pure with hope of the fullest
you filled these jars with hoping wishes
though the waves of soft blows
a wish to grant makes you wish for more
another one makes you stare in bore
for that i say to you
i love you, forever more
