Subtle strands of time pass by
Shreds of you dont touch me anymore

Faithless,
I sink so deep into you
That i dont feel you anymore

An aftertaste...

An aftertaste
The drink that leaves music behind
Ever touched a breath with your lips?
Ever lived an eternity in a sweet nothing?

black threads

We, the extremes
We will become evenings and nights
Rolled from a cacophony to a bundle of calm

Black threads
Sew my skin up
Cold fingers go alive
Blame it on the berserk winter wind
That I ever felt cold