Mitch - Philm

Lies, lies are from the age

Keeping up with the powers of desire

Shapes, shapes of things to come

Everything in your mind has

Just become rain

Colors are to burn

Colors are us over now

Sorry is a word, is this death to love

Holding on to our generation

All, all is nothing said

Nothing heard or felt that stays in mind

Breathe, breathe in all in fire

Flames scortching this visions

Of the wave

Kiss, kiss into my heart

This way I can always undestand

Forever to die, forever to die and

Just become rain

Colores are to burn

Colores are us over now

Sorry is the word, is this death to love

Holding on to our generation

Breathe, breathe in all of fire

Flames scortching this

Visions of the wave

Kiss, kiss into my heart

This way i can always undestand

Forever to die, forever to die and just

Become