nevermind...

this is not a direct contact... this is not the place for tomorrow and i'm not really here...

corazon mio

can't really... define... you.
this is madness

to see you turn into ice and crystal
frosted

denied all, take all...
take mi ayes, take mi tongue, but you can't take it all

hit the ground, and touch the stroud
just like every other tuesday

to hum and to whistle your lattest moment...
everybody knows you cried last night

but still... i'm gonna miss you, castles in the distance are so alone now
in all situations... begin now to walk, but i'm not going home...

days, days, days, days, days, numbers, numbers, numbers...
never the less, never really....jhmmm... nevermind