Coma - Culture Kultur

Life can be smoothly

Cruel and silent

As now i lay on the arms

Of the blind fate

Nothing can make me

Awake of this black dreaming

But i can, if i try

Feel you here

Take me in your arms

And cry a little more

Your warm tears

Painting rivers over my skin

Small shining lights are

Saying i’m going to die

But inside me there’s life

There’s something called life

Here i am, here i am

Waiting for your call

Waiting for your love

Beyond any reason

Try to awake me, my love

Try it once more

I can hear you, i can feel you

I still can dream you here

Please whisper my name

Once again

And i will follow your

Quiet voice from here