Perfect world, perfect pictures on my wall
And beautiful eyes watching me all time day by day
They are my parents they are my teacher they are my wife
They are the interpretators of my life
They are the engineers of my time
I couldn't see i couldnt' touch i couldn't find
Find my faith, i've lost my feelings, inossence and my gifts
It's happening all of the time
It's happening year by year
I'll never see my shadow
I'll never see my face
Where is my flying pillow
Where is my style
I wanna hold
Hold my own life
I watch that eyes, i watch myself, it is the same
And i'm wondering where i belong
When i was born, how old i'm
Behind those walls behind those eyes
There is the key, and i must find
I must find the way, i must see my face
Where is my flying pillow
Where is my style
I wanna hold
Hold my own life
Perfect word, perfect pictures on my wall
And beautifull eyes watching me all time
Day by day
I have no face
I have no voice
I have no past
And i don't care
I don't cara anymore
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