You could lay me the black carpet of your thought
And help me understand how it is to pray
Outside the walls of your mind

Dry lips that never speak out loud
Sad big blue eyes
Sad big blue eyes
That have only cried once

Our diarie looked the same
Our lust for rain
Our fears
Big white clouds
Outside the walls of your mind

Dry lips that never speak out loud
Sad big blue eyes
Sad big blue eyes

Dry lips that never speak out loud
Sad big blue eyes
Sad big blue eyes
Sad big blue eyes
Sad big blue eyes