My home , my head
My dream , my bed
People are walking with no faces
Leaving no traces
The moon appears at day
I guess she's got a lot to say
To be a mirror is not easy
But I don't mind, as long as I've got light

When I glue my imagination with my feelings
Can put a heavy word without a heavy voice
I know that love is much more acid then revenge
I know, I know it's kind of strange

Feeling all my life I was blown from the stars
And I know all my scars

My home, my head
My dreams, my bed