Testo Crystal Lane

Come and lay
along the sea
surrounded by the presence
of an old lady
that we use to call,
breeze
but I prefer to say
Life is this walk,
where a man always wanders
and where he goes...
each attempt to see.
through the mist of these nightmares
yes, when we try to clean, again
better

all along
there is a distance landscape
that passion cannot blur
powerfull illusion,
raised by the dawn of a million suns

life is this long walk, where a man always wanders
where he grows and where he goes
drift into the echo of a decent...

life is this long walk,
where a man always wanders
where he grows and where he goes

drift into the echo of a decent lover

Come and lay
along the sea
surrounded by the presence of your mother
that one day,
was everything

and so far mind can descend
a white light illuminates
in a place you'll never see
another feeling of disgrace
admitting the defeat
by words...
by words came from nothing