"Inspired by the lady who today takes away my sleep at night"
You turn around, your hair is crossed with the habit of an evil being.
You hear how I fight to let go, my prisoners refuse to leave me.
The night advances without mercy, seems to follow orders of the cruel and bright moon.
Everything around me seems so slow, it does not seem to come from a colorful story.
I am one step away from letting go, I extend my hand and ask you to hold me.
Now it's too late and the sun has appeared, count the hours to go back to sleep.
