I would like to know where your eyes set
I would like to see where your mind flies to
I would like to be a bird in your spring
To sing the song that comes from our nature

Don't turn away
I will not turn away

My blood is dancing like a child now
My blood is playing the sound of epiphany
A fading lust of irony
An arrow stuck between my bones

I would like to ???? there for a cigarette
And perhaps cry until my eyes never open again
I think it's the only way for me to place where I belong

Don't turn away
I will not turn away

My blood is dancing like a child now
My blood is playing the sound of epiphany
A fading lust of irony
An arrow stuck between my bones

My blood is dancing like a child now
My blood is playing the sound of epiphany
A fading lust of irony
An arrow stuck between my bones