Seven (The Stick Figures) Lyrics

Rainy days died
With the tears of April
Some glimmer pierce the stone of mourning

And i think of you secretly
Rainy days died

I am the reef
Of a time that does not exist
I've ceased to decypher warnings
I am the fate
Of a time that guides me
Like death on the map of the conscious

I will fail again

Shadows run in us
Your taste is eternal
And all the things we've done
Won't turn into dust

To release the load
To touch the soul
With some words escaping the inside
Trying to change wrong to right
Oh i fear your contact
Rainy days died
A last impulse to clear it all
Erasing lines
On this hand which isn't mine

Death is still on the map of the conscious
And your flesh is a drug
Like shadows running in us
Your taste is eternal

To release the load
To touch the soul
With some words escaping the inside
Trying to change wrong to right
Oh i fear your contact