Lirieke: Pale Saints. True Coming Dream.

Are you still here
? ? ? rushes on
And you think it's wrong
They're only in your head
Things you create
Just the empty shells
Of ? ? ? yesterdays


So you never breathe a word
Selfish (? ) with yourself
Until you break in two
? ? ? all you want to do

Until your dreams come true


Drugged sensibilities
Sketches I have made
? ? ?
? ? ?
? ? ?
? ? ? all you want to do
Until your dreams come true