When Ghosts pull me down
Into the sea of memories
I like watching their golden scars
(traces, trails) crossing the sky
And I try to hear your whisperings
But your voice can’t really reach my ears
From summer to spring
When I’m calling
To the creatures of my dreams
When my torment and my fears
Make my strange world gloomy
Lost in another time
In another place, in my visions
I feel upside down
When you hold this power over me
And I try to hear your whisperings
But your voice can’t really reach my ears
From summer to spring
When I’m calling
To the creatures of my dreams
When my torment and my fears
Make my strange world gloomy