…mouth You want it, I want it I´m sick of distance Remove the space between It´s human nature It´s only natural So let me take her Somewhere you´ve never been Somewhere you´ve never been And I´m good at conversations…

…WHITE STAIRS VERSE: Such a common thing to die, isn't it? we just cannot know everybody Just numbers in a gossip When I'm done I might have a stone, home of bones for my own, yeah Stayin' under the green Sitting…

…sky His eyes can see it so clearly now but his restless mind cannot sense it in the air The white storm is close ...and his powers gained in this mystical place more than he ever possessed before So now he could rule the realms of ice once again…

…You all like nature in this city, you have the law school degree, you talk all the time about it, you are reading all the time of the articles, from every day works, you sit at home and watch tv, i follow something…

…be your bunny hole day. My friends have become cheerleaders, they are interested,' o cute guys, and everything, which feeds them. its now a rainy evening, I stay home and think, of days in the spanish climat. Mornings were just fun, take a coffee, and lay under the sun. At the white sandbeaches, only wine bottles drinking.…

…Enchantress Came to me And said "Meet me At the lake Tonight" I hummed This song To the white Through the shroud of snow I saw Paradise Peace No more lies Crestfallen soul Rest for this night Love is here Right here…

…sorrow faces, its for you a new game, you really make the suffer laye on their beds, you really i guess fed your old friends, like some guy, you are just present, when you get layed, its really not any kind of love, you like sex and money, i ts enough for you and your friends, who get the kick of it.…

…creation. I saw it's soul, envied it's pride. But needed nothing it had. An owl came to me, old and wise. Pierced right through my youth. I learned its ways, envied it's sense. But needed nothing it had. Don't give me love…

…The end. The songwriter's dead. The blade fell upon him Taking him to the white lands Of Empathica Of Innocence Empathica Innocence The dreamer and the wine Poet without a rhyme A widowed writer torn apart by chains…