Panic Room Muse
Under my skin
And over the silence
All I can hear is the echo of you
Under my skin
And over the silence
All I can hear is the echo of you
Let it begin, how beautiful science
If I am the poet, then you are my muse
Into the night
And perfect in motion
Deep as the dolphins that swim
With the moon
Lost in a world of purest of motion
If I am the rider then you are my muse
My muse
Until the end
A delicate notion
Always the one who is here in my tune
Lost in our world
Of surest devotion
If I am the sculptor than you are my muse
