Huh
The first of farewells to note's sounds
Had been hang on upper stage
Chandeliers across the gaze of masks
The picture show behind curtains
With our eyes in shadow lines
Acting puppets in theatre's cast, oh-oh, no-oh
The second goes to the playground
We were dancing in the bar
Kissing under southern stars that night
Colourful lights matching our hands
Neons bursting, underline
Our bodies were to find the path, oh-oh, no-oh
And I thank you, I thank you, I thank you
You're full
And I thank you, I thank you, I thank you
I'm through
Cause I've been changing on and on
And I hope you had known by then
I won't be back, don't try to catch me
I started to fade
So farewell
The third one calls for a sadness
It was all just black and white
Gothic vultures flying high the sky
The psychedelia of vengeance
Walking down the cemeteries
Minds so full of misery for life, oh-oh, no-oh
The fourth is off with the nature
It has gone into the wild
Watching sun falling apart in clouds
The catastrophy of pages
I'm in cradles of the sea
Fauna boiling underneath my dreams, oh-oh, no-oh
And I thank you, I thank you, I thank you
You're full
And I thank you, I thank you, I thank you
I'm through
Cause I've been changing on and on
And I hope you had known by then
I won't be back, don't try to catch me
I started to fade
So farewell
The fifth is watching from skylines
It sees cities going down
Indie whispers crawling through the highs
The maze, the flowers, the moonrise
It runs chambers and backyards
Cavity leads to the wonderland, oh-oh, no-oh
The sixth could catch up with sheer frights
It would glisten in the dark
Cinder blocks could mesmerize our hearts
So much of colours and wanderings
You hear music running deep
Although worms are what await me here, oh-oh, no-oh
And I thank you, I thank you, I thank you
You're full
And I thank you, I thank you, I thank you
I'm through
Cause I've been changing on and on
And I hope you had known by then
I won't be back, don't try to catch me
I started to fade
So farewell
So farewell, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh
So farewell
The seventh lays the finale
With Dystopia of our kind
And the terror that begins to haunt
But what I see down the abbey?
It is hope and it is sigh
I am falling in the sands of time, I'm gone, I'm home
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