this constellation is a prediction of your lies being consummated
like my endless ending woven into your hair
there I'm tangled in the correct alignment of little white flowers
the adornment

so beautiful - dropping eyelids to shut them out
so beautiful - kind of conscience is out of order
so beautiful - when I can not see anything anymore
the beautiful imagination
so beautiful - drowsing into shallow creation
so beautiful - when I have no more little expectations
so beautiful - continuous process of the end
so beautiful the sureness

this aggravation
your interference of pure thoughts
like a faith
in the shape of what I know of I
I, I want A compass
to tell me where to head to
to get there

hope is only there
when it's spotlighted on the stage
your beautiful desire
how it started is
the same as how it's gonna end
your beautiful scenario