Arena Midas Vision
Creeping out into the night Keep your hands outstretched and your eyes closed tightly Running out on your own Don't answer the door or the telephone This is no kind of a dream Not a blessing but a curse This is no illusion You've had them before - this isn't the first Reaching out - so cold! What did I say - did I do To lose my hold on you Everything you touch With your finger tips - Hurts so much There's a fallen wish it's shattered on the ground like a broken gift The Midas Vision Was always beating in your heart The foolish greed, the golden seed Is dragging out of the reason and tearing you apart! Reaching out - so cold! What did I say - did I do To lose my hold on you? Reaching out with all that I could give What should I say - should I do To make you.... Holding out, holding out your hands Open up, open up your eyes Is that the knock or the ringing of the bell Open the door to your own private hell. Reaching out - so cold! What did I say - did I do To lose my hold on you? Reaching out with all that I could give What should I say - should I do To make you live again? Reaching out - so cold! What did I say - did I do To lose my hold on you? Reaching out with all that I could give What should I say - should I do to make you live again?
