I can see in your blue eyes
the strength the will the paradise
and if there ís a heart
that can rip my soul apart
Am I the creator of this art?

These sleepless nights
these sunny days
My hope were a hopeless case
I shot my hope with a golden gun
and it was the last day I saw the sun

Some of us belive in heaven and some of us belives in hell
but who know what you can find in the deep wells.
You will not find faith, because it flew away
and hope was lost..