Lirieke: Aeon Spoke. Above the Buried Cry. Silence.

Draw me a picture of the sun
so i can hang it in my room
i can make believe that i am getting warm
find courage to pursue

Well we only hurt to afford the sun
we stare at the stars that tear us apart
and we laugh, the mirror speaks out

silence, silence

So tell me beauty won't decrease
is to fail to? attain
my instincts like a life i left
still linger


Well we only hurt to afford the sun
to stare at the darkness and pray for some stars
then we cry
we found a new ark

Silence, silence

Im still wishing you love
we stare at the dark
im still wishing you love
silence