I have spent sleepless nights*
Chasing after the moon
Handfuls of sand
In pockets
I have spent sleepless nights
Eyes open
Winding up the hands
Of the ticking clock
I have spent sleepless nights
Counting sheep
I got dizzy
Stuck to the ceiling
I have spent sleepless nights
Waiting for the sunrise
To rise and unplug
The lamp from the corridor
I have spent sleepless nights
Hoping
To hear the cracking of plates
Under the steps of Morpheus**
But the beauty of white
Never dances
Its hands on its hips
As if to replace you
I have spent sleepless nights
When life becomes dark
If the scales are balanced
On the side of hope
The nature of revenge
Isn't already singing of victory
Because tomorrow is Sunday
I still want to believe it
I still want to believe it
But the beauty of white
Never dances
Its hands on its hips
As if to replace you
But the beauty of white
Never dances
Its hands on its hips
As if to replace you