and when all ends abruptly...

wake me in the morning with a new song

give me a dream, a vision to hold on to

because i've found myself in a foreign land

Give me a name, an identity to live up to

because your knife has cut me, cut me in half 

resurrect the tricks, you magician

wasn't it you who spoke of flying moments?

the lighthouse on the harbor,

your pocket compass point to North

and like a bicker shadow i drink the ink of your route 

with sobs that suffocate me, i yearn to wear this loneliness

i will stand here barenaked painted with your bruises

a falling shooting star above me

waiting for the the dawn