Whatever Filters

So, what could I say to this man? He's drying in the wind

Whatever filters his pain, the scars of time

The issue are not powerful tides, is how he navigates

Whatever filters his pain, his dying

Parts of wonderful tones, them are floating in the wind

Whoever reaches them again, shall be a

Fine rewarded son, or a maiden who will care

And find the filters for him, his merry dance and joy

Whatever filters, whatever eases the pain inside his heart

Cuz I really miss him

Whatever filters, whatever eases his lonely hidden words

Ho dear darlan listen

Please find the filters, your clown's becoming the garrik's final joke

And I can't stand losing him

Whatever filters, whatever eases the spell haunting his thoughts

Ladies and gentleman, be welcome to the show

Tonight we got a hell of an incredible trick

Look our buffoon from the clock tower disappear

I'm looking right now to this man, a human labyrinth

Whatever filters his place, his thousand corridors

The issue is not in the surprise, surprise, is how he traps his gifts

Whatever filters his pain, his dying

Parts of wonderful tones, them are floating in the wind

Whoever reaches them again, shall be a

Fine rewarded son, or a maiden who will care

And find the filters for him, his merry dance and joy

Whatever filters, whatever eases the pain inside his heart

Cuz I really miss him

Whatever filters, whatever eases his lonely hidden words

Ho dear darlan listen

Please find the filters, your clown's becoming the garrik's final joke

And I can't stand losing him

Whatever filters, whatever eases the spell haunting his thoughts

Whatever filters, whatever filters the pain from the strife

Leaving him to waste it all, whatever filters, this rotten pie

Whatever filters, whatever filters

Cuz that clown is my joy and name