מילים ושירה: ראם בן שמחון
לחן גיטרה וקול שני: אני

asleep within my worried mind
confusion had it's way this time
and all I ever wanted was to fly
embracing in this heart of mine
called for games of pixies on a cloud

grown scarred of desert dry
sleeping heartless sweetless cry
mirror image best at night
I know you best always on the flight

good night my dearest rite
a slow formation
a single malt
one day you'll see me shine
a growth of blood
in vessels near to plug

street of soul my street that's I
a whisper voice in deepest purple
home of seldom wish for gracefull die
aching caller FM dial
one day we will have to smell the dirt

people begging bare no feel
to soul of thunder heart of steel
mirror mirror on the wall
a tune of sorrow
the snthem to it all

good night...

they all say it must have pained me so
to live inside a cripple dying soul
I believe they are all wrong
I feel alive and not a shred of pain
pain