Weakness and the breaches, buried in his bowels secrets are walled there. Looking to the sky for providence.
Observe, watch, abandon my faith. Only waiting for night to forgive myself.
To embrace the ghost in my arms.
Perfect world made of meadows where the wind makes the tree branches dance. Sparkling lights on the pond water.
The tree stands tall, majestic and lonely while shading the world he dominates. In this cradle dear to me I keep the memories of you.
To embrace the ghost in my arms.
Observe, watch, abandon my faith. Only waiting for night to forgive myself.
To embrace the ghost in my arms.
Man wants to stand strong. Dodging the pangs of life he turns into his silence hiding all traces of vulnerability. Weakness and the breaches, buried in his bowels. Secrets are walled there, seeking providence by rising to the sky.