When, when her eyes come, everything around me becomes distorted
and her look would fill me up with light when it rests on me
When, when her voice comes, it fills me up with the peace of snow falling
when her skin comes with my eyes shut, I imagine its taste
When, when her eyes come, the stars come with her and all I want is sit there and stare at them.
When and when her eyes come you can hear them without a sound as the cold which is silent, but makes you shiver
When, when her hands come, maybe I will find it out later
But when, when senses come and when they become our minds I know that I will get lost among stupid images
When, when her eyes come, the stars come with her and all I want is sit there and stare at them.
When and when her eyes come you can hear them without a sound as the cold which is silent, but makes you shiver
Sit there and stare at them ...
When and when her eyes come you can hear them without a sound as the cold which is silent, but makes you shiver