Seven (The Stick Figures) - Kadinja

Rainy days died

With the tears of April

Some glimmer pierce the stone of mourning

And I think of you secretly

(Secretly!)

Rainy days died

I am the reef

Of a time that does not exist

I’ve ceased to decypher warnings

I am the fate

Of a time that guides me

Like death on the map of the conscious

I will fail again

Shadows run in us

Your taste is eternal

And all the things we’ve done

Won’t turn into dust

To release the load

To touch the soul

With some words escaping the inside

(Escaping the inside)

Trying to change wrong to right

Oh I fear your contact

(Contact!)

Rainy days died

A last impulse to clear it all

Erasing lines

On this hand which isn’t mine

Death is still on the map of the conscious

And your flesh is a drug

Like shadows running in us

Your taste is eternal

(To release the load, to touch the soul)

(To release the load, to touch the soul)

To release the load

To touch the soul

With some words escaping the inside

(Escaping the inside)

Trying to change wrong to right

Oh I fear your contact

(Contact!)