From behind the door, I feel a breeze A scent of living, that was meant to please me From behind the door I hear a whisper as Soft as a picture, carved from water As I slide the iron plate below the handle A shaft of light hits me like a million candles I see the forest, a ballroom, I see an empty street Like a thousand puzzles ready to complete I see every colour and colours that aren't invented I see golden medals that are yet to be presented For the only time I get pleasure from torment I cannot touch, I can only see But the pure desire, to touch the living scent But to open up the door, I need I need the key etc. On statuette, what are you defending Your marble smile, seems kinda condescending Don't try the patience of an impatient man If you can't fight, don't fight a man that can I see every colour and colours that aren't invented I see golden medals that are yet to be presented For the only time I get pleasure from torment I cannot touch, I can only see But the pure desire, to touch this living scent But to open up the door, I need I need the key etc. Pure desire to touch the living scent etc. I need the key (to fade) Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com