Your days are like seagulls at empty coast

Your make up consists of the things you’ve lost

You're flying a lot in their darkest dreams

And dancing in fire of love supremes

You cannot leave this boring spot

Without clues and simple words that you forgot

The glowing gates are open there

And let your demons in

Your glitter lips are sin

All talks are dead

You'll never feel it anymore

Your passion is calling, you wait for blood