Pitch black dreams filled my crowded head,
as black as they may be I'd still
find a place,
somwhere.

Filling that space
with the nonsense that
fills my head.

Reorganize mu thoughts, give me
another place to talk about.

My wish, this dream, it takes me far away from this,
I'll share my thoughts to them as long as they tell, instead
of letting them
fill my head.

... I miss you... I trust you...

... I feel I have all my life to get to know you...

... miss me... trust me...

... feel that we've been actually waiting
for something good.