Soon the East will draw the line,
Which my plane will leave behind,
And my path will slide your skin,
By meridian your dream
Won't take so many things,
Little bag and wind of wings,
Spring or Autumn? Never mind...
Want to know... lie makes blind
Warmth your hand and sun your smile,
Penetrating till my spine,
"Listen, babe, the wound is dry,
And my room has major sky..."
But before just take my bag
To burn off all things I had,
Salt of words, distrust and pain,
Lie for sake their past mistakes,
Time like blood my sacrifice,
Crucified my love in twice,
Veil black of crying nights,
Silent days of stupid frights...
Let the fire flow by veins
To burn off all things in bag,
Lead me, babe, to our room,
We are like the twins in womb