Testo Piece Of Cake

He meditates
On yesterday
And then he faints

He was an angel
That never fell down
And never got up again
It wasn't the first time
Nor the last
That he'd ever erase the past/P>

He meditates
On yesterday
And then he faints

It wasn't safe to say
Whatever remains
Of our yesterdays
It just won't be the same

When I'm old and I'm preparing for my eternal sleep
Jesselyn, I see you an realize it's a dream.