You're inside, for the night is chilling out, waiting for a light,
and the night is chilling out.
The field is not calm, the rain is coming, and I'm looking at the kayaks for the first time.
I'm scared.
Move, Grigory!
You can see behind the doubt, looking in, looking out.
Love me like you say you'll do, whenever you will turn to blue.
My love is like a tidal wave, killing me.
Outside, you're alive, but inside, you are dying.
Outside, you're divine, but inside, you're mystifying.
Outside, far away, but close and tight, I'm finding a way around, breaking in and breaking out.
How can you walk away from me, living like a refugee, on the random door of the ground, coming in and coming out?
Every now and then you'll fly, there's a limit to the sky.
You can never turn around, you're inside out.
You can never turn around, you're inside out.
You can never turn around, you're inside out.
You can never turn around, you're inside out.
She does.
She's killing me.
Dreams are like miracles in your mind, your eyes see whatever they find.
Don't look anymore, you've fallen right down into the core.
See all the stories behind the lies, the light if you open your eyes, don't close the door.
Why don't you take me into the core?
I've walked around in your world.
