The Journey Testo

City it leaves without traces
Blind sparrow❝s carry me.
Resting my head on a rainbow
High in a tree.
Laughing at me.
Crying at me.
Seeing through me.
In mirrors of tears I❝m reflected
White naked figures twist the key.
Turning my thoughts into shadows.
Playing on the walls of me.
Laughing at me.
Crying at me.
Seeing through me.