My thruth is hiden
somewhere behind the corner
Sneaking around, then
thoughts are the same
what´s changed
is too different
...
under the line
love is just the one
moments of past
seems like the last

So kiss me and dance,
as death is coming; distance
borrowed key of my heart
what´s real is hard
...
Find me, honey
break the silence!
Impress me by words
Make me smile
Touch my ideas
walk in my dreams
Take my hand
and allow us to run away from sorrow
Together! I´m falling...

Dublin
Bluebell in June