Your mind
Seems to grasp ahead, untill you find
Inside
Waves of goodbye
You lie!
Dead uppon the ground of your own moral
Too Shy
To even Try!
The knight!
Rode uppon the light he lights the shrine
Her laying beside
Her mind!
Left her body before his arrive
He cryed
Holding her tight!
Her mind!
Left her body before his arrive
He cryed
And waved goodbye!
To the Shrine!
People go to get Royal High
Oh My! What a pleasent surprise!
Your mind
Seems to grasp ahead, untill you find
Inside
Waves of goodbye
You lie
Dead uppon the ground of your own moral
Too Shy
To even Try!
The knight!
Rode uppon the light he lights the shrine
Her laying beside
Her mind!
Left her body before his arrive
He cryed
Holding her tight!
Composição: Guilherme O. Marin, André G. da Silva, Gustavo P. Costenaro