She's here, and she doesn't let my fears grow.
She looks like a girl I loved so long ago.
Honey, oh, did you come to see me,
See me in agony?
Honey, oh, won't you disappear?
Show me how it feels to...
Touch the grace I'll never have.
Touch the grace I'll never have.
She's here, and she wants me to calm down and see:
She's near, she was near and she will always be.
Honey, oh, did you come to take me,
Take me away from here?
Honey, oh, could we be together?
I need one more kiss to...
Touch the grace I'll never have.
Touch the grace I'll never have.
She was so beautiful and shiny like a piece of sky,
I wish I could awake and find her in the real life,
But I will never...
And never...
And never...
And never...
Touch the grace I'll never have.
Touch the grace I'll never have.
Hallucination
© Copyright: Мартин Скорцени, 2015
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