Folding Paper Dreams -

Coming to the end

Of this lucid dream

Void of sound

Near the shore

In every place you call «home»

I will be there with you

And every time you face your ghosts

I will fight them with you

Whenever they come

Maybe I’m just in your mind

My way to be with you

Maybe the light of the day

My way to warm your skin

Maybe it’s just in my mind

My way to be with you

After all this pain

Maybe this light of the day

Makes me feel I’m with you

To let go what we were

Folding paper dreams

What is left of us

Still resound

Folding paper dreams

What is left of us

Still resound

Everywhere

We suffer for a reason

We both believe we’re roaming on our own

A broken mechanism

We walk two different paths of the same road

Maybe I’m just in your mind

My way to be with you

Maybe the light of the day

My way to warm your skin

Maybe it’s just in my mind

My way to be with you

After all this pain

Maybe this light of the day

Makes me feel I’m with you

To let go what we were

Folding paper dreams

What is left of us

Still resound