Don`t come to pieces in my hand
White stars reflecting dust and sand
That perfume makes me think of grief
Shake the faith shake the belief
Who`s there to say that we`re living this moment
Feels like I`m in a play
The sets and the props of this, your apartment
Seem to be fading away, fading away
So I wander through these rooms
I feel the orbit of the moons
And I dream what I become
And all`s forgotten by the sun
