The Art Of Dreaming

The Art Of Dreaming
The blossom I have been
is arranging a part of
of dreaming I began
began to take care of
The blossom I have broken
is a token to be free

Capture me
I´m so possessed
I´m so possessed
The colours I have seen
are appropiate partners
of sin I don´t see
my scene of reality
The colours paralyse me
make my eyes free to be blind
Catch your mind
I´m too possessed
I´m too possessed
And I´ll bring you
presents from the inside
And I´ll bring you
presents from the inside out
Yes I´m sorry
though it wasn´t me
And I´m sorry
though it wasn´t me
it wasn´t me