It was yesterday when closing the door
I had to light the path he had already walked
but people from my distant past
remind us of the elongate their faces
As in the cabinet of mirrors
They are waiting for an alternative time and space
I can't explain to them that their world
is just as super nova
A lot of fire a lot of energy that escapes the memory...
but when I closed the door to my world
So here on my side of the sky and the stars
the morn of sun blazed
so, it's different spectrum of colors
