I go around, smoke a cigarette in front of the Wall
Its night time and I really don’t care
So lets start to think about what’s running trough my head
And make a deal with the feelings inside of me

They must right it is useless try to stop
It’s like trying to hold the water
I need a breath, some air and release the weight again
Meanwhile I’ll be smoking in the breeze

And I just want, to stay, to hold you tight
As soon we can
To make, the world a place, that makes me try
To love again

(How much inhabits the body, the unconscious lost in the labyrinth, like a constant whisper, itches, digs, a dead memory. Upon waking, alters the blood to the point boiling, a real trip in time, frozen in time, and when you see it and recognize the flooding of the conscious pain, it converts in responsibility that inhabits and gives a chance to heal.)