Is there depth in your eyes I suspect
Or the surface I neglect
I should be really satisfied
Hard to believe your glooming face died

Things people and reactions
Ignorance must be careful
Don't trust the murder of your trust
Is there trust in what we murder

White leather pants
And a friendly face
Call me in
Please come closer
Please come closer

Beauty is a composition
It's in the heart
Don't play out of tune
Or it will kill the rose, like a dart

Out of the sun in the shade
She'll surely die
Though I try to lie
Stronger forces made it die