These pastel clouds
You drew so warmly on the Sky
Still save. And sound
Your image as they pass me by..

I lie, tears in my eyes..
I lie that I'm alive..
 [bad word] like a Silence
Through cold denial of these years.
I have kept your wings..
Picture me in your pastel dreams..

Behind this mirror
There is a palette of your light.
And you're appearing
In this forever pastel mind..

You lie, tears in your eyes..
You lie that you're alive..
 [bad word] like a Silence
Through cold denial of these years.
I have kept your wings..
Picture me in your pastel dreams..
 [bad word] like a Silence
Through cold denial of these years.
I have kept your wings..
Picture me in your pastel dreams..