Brother Sleep

JJ72

This room is as white as a ghost 
in this space you can see your own breath. 
This room is as cold as its host 
is it the sleep that is the brother of death? 
This clock is as green as an orchard 
where the sun can cover the trees. 
This girl cries tears as a torture 
is this girl the queen on the scene? 

i'm gonna see you through this my love, my love 
i'm gonna see you through this my love, my love 

i sat there twice, they are moving,* 
to hear that everything never lived his life. 
The eyes on the toys they are soothing 
is into the brother of the sleep that we die of. 

i'm gonna see you through this my love, my love 
i'm gonna see you through this my love, my love 
see you, see you through