Sitting on my chair
I watch the world
And try
To find another one like you
Waiting between a million puppets
Full of emptiness and doubt
Mother of grace
The mask on my face
Is made of dirt, falling on my chest
I'm trying to remember
The colors of December
But the sail on my mind is as black as the coal
The raindrops streaming down the window are shining like diamonds and gold
A melancholic melody
Is playing inside my head all along
Mother of grace
I mark on my flesh
Words of sorrow never been told
I'm trying to remember
The colors of December
But the sail on my mind is as black as the coal
