Waking Up

Trough mud and the scratches
and darkness and pain
she dances and giggles
she sings in the rain
her hair is undone and
we see trough her dress.

He stands on a wall and
his eyes we can't see
the smoke on his lungs
and the poison in veins
the knifes and the guns
all the pride and the lies.

The storm brings the water
and noises, and lights.
Spetacle of nature that
wakes up two souls.
The phantoms are waking,
the light and the dark.

The doll and the killer,
the joy and the pain

He sleeps and have nightmares
she sings and she plays

she smells like a flower
he always complains

Two halfs of the circle
the moon and the sun
the distance and diferences
kept them apart
although all the oposites
reaches themselves

They long for each other
but they never know
the curse do it's work
and the magic is strong

Two distant and lonely
will seek and will long