Where I know we'll go far
Tells her stories with her face
Where I know it will start
With a means to an end in the end
She summons all the desperate with a boom
Done at last she hears the silence in her room
Her buried self calling her own name
Come to drain her of her name
Her body of pillars were broke and replaced
And when the mourning comes
She wakes up to live as one already dead
I need her she goes all the way More from Nuno Bettencourt