Maybe blue

She’s living like a dream inside her head

Talking with the moon the stars instead

Of changing the causes that hardening shell

I wonder if she wonder in fear as well

Although she’s moving slow

although she’s moving close

It’s difficult to reach her she’s hiding in the flow

of sanctuary dreams and sanctifying spells

I wonder if she wonder in fear as well

I love to see her head explode

explode within it self and overload

Maybe blue

I’d like to see her getting old

reload and change expression by default

She’s the dreamer of a life in between the shades

in between the lines of these imaginary tale

A construction fulfilled by its presumptive veld

I wonder if her wonder is her fear as well

A fear of getting caught in solidity and vain

in lack of flexibility insanity and pain

Without that hesitation she’s bound to fall

I wonder if her wonder is fear at all

I love to see her head explode

explode within it self and overload

Maybe blue

I’d like to see her getting old

reload and change expression by default

May be blue May be blue

May be blue May be blue

May be blue May be blue