Walking slowly… through the burnt down trees
I sing softly, I sing… a Gothic song in the lees
I can’t really sing, so I imagine everything
The words, the melody and the broken string…
I want to stay here forever
I want to be this person, this diva
This image that I want to dive in
I don’t want to die! I don’t want to give in…
I can learn… how to play
And how to touch… the Heaven’s Gate
Why did you say there is no way…
I could ever sing for myself? ...