And she said it was alright/
To recover things, to recover me/
You know it all except the bound of my true embrace trough the words I said/
Because I just want to fall down/
In your deep blue eyes, in your stormless face/
But lumber trough the crowd/
Its decree weakness as my common sense/
Youve been lost without a trace/ should I be aiming for your touch/
And I quash all revulsion/ it was so much happier than today/
When love wont gain no ground/ with your foolish odds/
On your complementary choices/
I obey until you say you will/
Youve been lost without a trace/
Should I be aiming for your touch
