Deep inside me,
 I feel a storm,
 Its echoes flee,
 I rest warm.
 It's like a bomb
 Of fire and sound,
 [bad word] from
 Where profound.

 My world's made of tears
 Since you departed to disappear,
 But my hope is clear:
 I will carry on standing up here.

 I'm a white paper with a blot,
 I'm a bright sun with a black spot,
 And in my dreams we are together as ever.
 I'm a clear mirror with a crack
 That reflexes you forever,
 And in my dreams we are together as ever.

 Deep inside you,
 You feel a chill,
 It's something new
 And gets you ill.
 It's like voodoo,
 magic rite,
 It ties up you,
 Stops your flight.

 My world's made of tears
 Since you departed to disappear,
 But my hope is clear:
 I will carry on standing up here.

 I'm a white paper with a blot,
 I'm a bright sun with a black spot,
 And in my dreams we are together as ever.
 I'm a clear mirror with a crack
 That reflexes you forever,
 And in my dreams we are together as ever.