Do they know how often a heart can break?
How many senses has madness got, are feelings worth it?
How many tears fit into one channel?
Do we live again?
Why do we wake up?
What does time heal?
I am your seventh sense
Your double ground
Your second face
You are a wise prognosis
The principle of hope
An illuminated ray from the night
Someday I'll find you and love you
I am one of your colours
You can choose me
You can wear them
You can bleach them
I tell you all the secret numbers
Will paint out the most daring dreams to you
Will explain to you whatever I don't understand
I am your seventh sense
Your double ground
Your second face
You are a safe prognosis
The principle of hope
An illuminated ray from the night
Someday I'll find you and love you
Life is running red in our veins
I serve it to you on a golden tray
You get me out of the grey valley of tears
You let all miracles happen at once
So that I become unable to hear and see
I am your seventh sense
Your double ground
Your second face
One favourite colour
Your most sportive car
Your deepest dive
Your glider flight
You are a good prognosis
The principle of hope
An illuminated ray from the night
I'll find you and love you more than myself
I love you more than myself
Someday I'll find you
I'll find you or I won't
I love you more than myself
And I'll find you, I'll find you or I won't