Started off as passion, turned into a fashion, the sun's nightly
Journey lead us to the pyramids.
The sky has conceived us, you shouldn't have left home,
Now you're alone and I'm on the pyramids...

It was so simple

I'm counting crystals, in my sleep.
While you're sitting there, on that broken chair.
I don't even know, what colour it was.
While we're still young, let's echo, echo.

(Pyramid)

Scratching the surface, I did this on purpose,
it never snowed when we stood by the pyramids.
Burn all these paintings, they're all so tainting
each one looks the same, now we've left the pyramids.

So ordinary. Everything looks So ordinary.

I'm counting crystals, in my sleep.
While you're sitting there, on that broken chair.
I don't even know, what colour it was.
While we're still young, let's echo, echo....