Crystal Lane

Come and lay, along the sea

Surrounded by the presence of an old lady

That we use to call, breeze

But i prefer to say

Life is this walk, where a man always wanders

And where he goes…

Each attempt to see.

Through the mist of this nightmares

Yes, when we try to clean, again better.

All along there is a distant landscape

That passion cannot blur

Powerful illusion, raised by the dawn of a million suns

Life is this long walk, where a man always wanders

Where he grows and where he goes

Drift into the echo of a decent lover.

Life is this long walk, where a man always wanders

Where he grows and where he goes

Drift into the echo of a decent lover.

Come and lay, along the sea

Surrounded by the presence of your mother

That one day, was everything

And so far mind can descend

A white light illuminates, in a place you’ll never see

Another feeling of disgrace,

Admitting the defeat,

By words came from nothing