Album: The Momentary Touches to the Depths
Like one tale that is untold
The dust that sun can't glitter
A serpent that can't creep
Someone forsaken in the hide-and-seek
Like the dead bird in the meadow
Hungry beggar in an urban
And the desolate old house
The pain of the ghost inside me
Unleashing the hate within me
Calls me back to paradise
That I will never see
Through the invisible, ghostly eyes
To the endless skies, someone still hides
Someone silently glances
Someone