If the pebbles are piled up, higher and higher,
My heart, exposed to the wind, will become the dusk.
If one day you will be found, if you would be found still,
You will be white, sweet and light.

I've been playing nothing but this game of "stepping on shadows",
Searching for the stepping stone to atonement.
If one day I will find you, if I would find you still,
You will be fragile, taking your time from far away.

The you through the looking glass,
And the me within your eyes...

You, within someone's mind,
Are dreaming whilst in broken fragments.
And yet, you can't be deceived by this D/N/A at all!
This heart within me is crimson.
Dyed crimson.

I'm not like a sleepless lost child who's asking for too much.
Love and hate is carved into this very cell.
You are still looking for it? Am I still looking for it?
The sound I couldn't let out?

You, within someone's mind,
Are dreaming while still being connected.
And yet, this D/N/A can't explain you at all!
This pain within me, as well, is crimson.
Dyed crimson.