Lyrics Lunatique - Patrick the Pan

I want to see anything. The crows above are laughing.
My echoes know locations of You,
My sweetest ghost I′m talking to.
I want to go home,
Please don't go away.

I hear You breathe. I smell your skin.
I feel your eyes. Avoiding me.
My mother′s life has ended where
My begun. Untimely gray hair.
And where is her smile?
It's fading away.
She's fading away.

Cause,
When the sun is rising I am moon.
You wonder if I have dreams – yes I do.

Medicine, hurry up!
I want to melt his iris with mine in a natural light.
I′m sick of stories, I′m sick of descriptions
Me empiricism is getting thin.
I want to use my every sense,
To sin...

What You did last night was inappropriate
All my dreams and thoughts, my every picture is inappropriate...