It's all because of the blots on the sun, wilted flowers
Wind, playing in the window, sings of what could have been
Come to Earth! Orbiting, the neverending chase, let it end
Fill the emptiness within us.
Through the alley of the lost
Through the trail of missplaced truths
Through the street of the unconscious
Blindly you chase after her
So give her a perfect flower, one she cannot break
Give her, or not, maybe yes, when she excepts your call
Somewhere there is love without end, flowing like streams of fire
So little, so little time you have
So strong in anger, in extrinsic fear, hard as a boulder
Be strong in yourself, strong in your heart, which you'll give to her
Through the alley of the lost
Through the trail of missplaced truths
Through the street of the unconscious
Blindly you chase after her
Sweet taste quenches the bitterness of betrayal
Your Queen made of chocolate
Melts, she is becoming pale
Your most beautiful leaves
Your most beautiful leaves
Your most beautiful leaves...