Tystnaden Sweet Thief
Never say that my heart seemed false, though absence seemed my flame to fade
Cry my name
All my paintings turning to grey, though my heart keeps following your light
Cry my name
No one else has ever lived me, my stolen sense is changed since then
I made your own asylum, I made it 'till you're gonna come here
Finding peace in roots of anger, finding pictures of your memory
I made your own asylum, You made it 'till I'll come here
Cry my name
I pray for my little angel, can you hear my breathing?
Can you feel my breathing?
I pray for my fallen angel, can you hear my crying?
No one else has ever lived me, my stolen sense is changed since then
I made your own asylum, I made it 'till you're gonna come here
Finding peace in roots of anger, finding pictures of your memory
I made your own asylum, I made it 'till you're come here
Cry my name
I pray for my little angel, can you hear my breathing?
Can you feel my breathing?
I pray for my fallen angel, can you hear my crying?
Can you feel my cry?
The forward violet thus did I chide:
Sweet thief, where did you steal your sweet that smells I know, for me without compare?
The forward violet thus did I chide:
Sweet thief, where did you steal your sweet that smells I feel, for me is closed.
I pray for my little angel, can you hear my breathing?
Can you feel my breathing?
I pray for my fallen angel, can you hear my crying?
