If our former world is empty
you never fill
Maybe there is only a hollow, dark color
can not go anywhere, can not do anything
But now our world is full of color
With scratches, lines and words
What used to be a dream
If our former world is empty
you never fill
Maybe there is only a hollow, dark color
can not go anywhere, can not do anything
But now our world is full of color
With scratches, lines and words
What used to be a dream