Labyrinth

2007 10

MPI-Bobby chiang Trip in Italy

2007 10

Just like a spy through smoke and lights

I escaped through the backdoor of the world

And I saw things getting smaller

Fear as well as temptation

Now everything is reflection

As I make my way through this labyrinth

And my sense of direction

Is lost like the sound of my steps

Is lost like the sound of my steps

Scent of dried flowers

And I'm walkin' through the fog

Walkin' through the fog

Scent of dried flowers

And I'm walkin' through the fog

Walkin' through the fog

I see my memories in black and white

They are neglected by space and time

I stored all my days in boxes

I left my wishes so far behind

I find my only salvation

In playin' hide and seek in this labyrinth

And my sense of connection

Is lost like the sound of my steps

Is lost like the sound of my steps

Scent of dried flowers

And I'm walkin' through the fog

Walkin' through the fog

Scent of dried flowers

And I'm walkin' through the fog

Walkin' through the fog

Words sounds music and I'm spinnin' in

Sounds music and I'm spinnin' out

But I want to stay here

Cause I'm waiting for the rain

And I want it to wash away

Everything everything everything

Scent of dried flowers

And I'm walkin' through the fog

Walkin' through the fog

Scent of dried flowers

And I'm walkin' through the fog

Walkin' through the fog

Scent of dried flowers

And I'm walkin' through the fog

Walkin' through the fog

Scent of dried flowers

And I'm walkin' through the fog

Walkin' through the fog

MPI-Bobby chiang Trip in Italy

2007 10