Last song

3 o'clock in the morning

I don't know time is fleeing

Listen our last song in a dizzy light

i used to be a fool to you

wraped up my arm around the lies

i looked into the eyes

but i just saw my own refletion

I wondered

what is left in the story we 've ended

i am not sure

And I don't want to reason again

So Just write down

What I learned in a lousy poetry form

Da di da di da

Life is very simple

when the rainbow arched across your heart disappeared,

when the curtain blinded your eyes fell,

when the flood swirled in your mind receded.