Listening to the wind.

Down in the laughing room,
Build upon desires and human hands burned only for pleasure.
Hopes are high during whatever, you, once upon a time.
They imagined the flames, but they forgot to include any rain.
If you're in any luck, i will see you in the next room sometimes soon.

Colors here you are, i totally missed the primal yeld.
They thought me how to fight then they tried to kill me for their fun.
I'm amazed that they walked while i runned and runned and runned.
Now im lost somewhere in the sky, i will forever be listening to the wind.

I met another year and it thought me quite a lot.
If i remember you well, you were also burned a bit.
What i came to realise is that the wound is a sun on its own.
Carved pretty much with the remains of a pleasant tone.
A song that will forever be locked inside the flesh.

I think that, Me + you, still equals 1.
I have a dream and it's hard how to tell all the sentences.
If you stay any longer i may be ready to give my whole heart in any seconds.
Im still listening to the wind and i know your voice will come pretty soon.