Behind your sweet eyes, there is a fire burning with Rage. Those eyes keep an ardent Neon red. Your soul is trapped on an island Far away from home. Your blood is rushing through your veins Everytime a melancholic thought nocks your door. What is coming next? You think. Another someone who will bring pain to Me? It all begins with a hello But you can only think about The slowly approaching Goodbye. I know your eyes wake up dry after a long sad Night. Little anxious waves keep moving you Side to side.