Purple fog is trying to hide the fact that the sun is
running away,
the soul got it's own language, too bad we're not familiar
with it,
sometimes I doze off and can't remember what I thought
about.

Clouds sailing at the ship of the night are blocking the
guidance of the moon,
the mind and body rule us instead of the perfect opposite,
I can't get you out of my head, can you help me forget you?

Sad smiley is fading into the wet grass and piles of mud,
eyes are blinking, trying to see what's behind the world,
I'm lost in nowhere in particular, fighting the wind inside
me.

Images are flying like butterflies on a warm spring day,
sometimes a mirror of the person is located in others,
my reflections in my surrounding are changing constantly...