Lined up between the arrows at your heart - is this a
charmed life that I lead? Now could it be that some
place. Some time, you will stop believing and things that
once were charming will feel like sand against your eyes?
When I walk into your space, you'll see a thief by night.
To send away or lock away or run away from... Will there
come a day? Will we have the courage just to walk away
while something still remains? Will we keep it pure? Now
let this death be noble. Let this death be grand. Don't
keep it on a lead... When I think of you I want to see
you on a summer day. My treasure. My lover. Together.
Alone.
