Metamorphosis - Pinkshinyultrablast

What you see is what you say, close your eyes, break in the day

Wind is blowing from the east where the day is born and ceased

Please be kind, draw the dreams you found in the morning trace

Draw the lines, draw the brown eyes and the foreign place

Draw the pines and the forest thighs and the magic face

Sun that rises it waits a while it will give you space

Seasons die, they become the rhymes of the memories

Summer nights and the fears that thrive through the winter rains

What you see is what you say close your eyes, break in the day

Wind is blowing from the east where the day is born and ceased

Aspen groves where the northern winds bring the wintery glow

Spiders crawl where the willow limbs sagging down so low

Draw the pines and the forest thighs and the magic trace

Sun that rises it waits a while it will give you space

Seasons die, they become the rhymes of the memories

Summer nights and the fears that thrive through the winter rains

These autumn days are long and grim, the gap between the real and dreamt

These autumn days are long and grim, the gap between the real and dreamt

Dreamed porcelain dolls with weird smiles were holding giant butterflies

Dreamed porcelain dolls with weird smiles were holding giant butterflies