The cold world goes grey. / It's dead. His usual self. / Bring back the deep snow.

Looking for something / Even I can not deny / But finding nothing

Looking for something / Even I can not deny. / Finding only dust

The sun touches me, / And I rise to greet her lips / as her kiss descends.

Lorenzo is dead. / You can't parry forever / against the black tide.

The girl on the bus / cuts an impressive figure / compared to the moon

Look back on my past. / music is my time machine. / never skip the track

I close the shutters. / no more gasping for my breath. / my smile is shining

I can taste the snow / mouth open, catching the wind / of impending change

I'm gonna rock out / And destroy the universe / With my mighty drums!

Such a small scatter / Such devastating effect. / The loss seems endless.

We play careless games. / The slabs stand on slender sides. / We walk blindfolded.

The refreshing rain / Can clean off any old grime; / It clears weary eyes.

She's an acrobat, / But I don't wear big clown shoes. / How unfair is that?