Behind the Window

Behind the Window

Behind the window you're making cobweb
Over the picture in shape of my heart
And after all the hard tests I come to be the one
Your pulse rolls my impulse

Your tears my eyes
Your hands my body
Your lips my story
Your steps my slow killers

Hurry up
Kill me

Behind the window you're making circles
That go away out of my reach
Up in my brain I'm coming through
My rhythm comes from behind the window

Your tears my eyes
Your hands my body
Your lips my story
Your steps my slow killers

Kill Kill Me.