labyrinth

just like a spy through smoke and lights, i escaped through the backdoor of the world, and i saw things getting smaller, fear as well as temptation, now everything is reflection, as i make my way through this labyrinth, and my sense of direction, is lost like the sound of my steps, is lost like the sound of my steps, scent of dried flowers, and i'm walking through the fog, walking through the fog, scent of dried flowers, and i'm walking through the fog, walking through the fog, i see my memories in black and white, they are neglected by space and time, i stored all my days in boxes, i left my wishes so far behind, i find my only salvation, is playing hide and seek in this labyrinth, and my sense of connection, is lost like the sound of my steps, is lost like the sound of my steps, scent of dried flowers, and i'm walking through the fog, walking through the fog, scent of dried flowers, and i'm walking through the fog, walking through the fog, words sounds music and i'm spinning in, words sounds music and i'm spinning out, but i want to stay here, 'cause i'm waiting for the rain, and i want it to wash away, everything, everything, everything, scent of dried flowers, and i'm walking through the fog, walking through the fog, scent of dried flowers, and i'm walking through the fog, walking through the fog, scent of dried flowers, and i'm walking through the fog, walking through the fog, scent of dried flowers, and i'm walking through the fog, walking through the fog