4107 - Clepsydra

Where a hole in the mirror

Acts on the scene

You stand alone

With your mind in your heart

I remember these days

But the power is off

The dust on the drums

Seems snow on a tree

The flower in your hand smiles at you

There‘s no leaf falling

There‘s no drop calling

But it bites like a snake tatoo

The finger on the key

Strikes a journey to the heart

Switch it out if you want

Keep it off if it comes from your eyes

The game with the words

Is a battle without referee

Thousand and thousand

But the song is still the same

Where a hole in the mirror

Acts on the scene

You stand alone

With your mind in your heart