Look through my eyes, behind my discies
   And you'll find a place with no grace
   All there is left in this colorless room
   Is the echo of sadness and glue
  
   Hidden in a corner behind all the tears
   Is a green spot with no fear
   Its a garden, a kind of eden
   Where I have spend most of my life dreaming
  
   You'll find it here at moam colorful trees
   Picking the flowers of my destiny
   My futur's ahead but my past will be me
   So I'm killing the flowers of yesterday's pain
  
   I'm mercing the trues from decides and polution
   Protecting my own illusion
   But it so hard to take care
   Of somethings that ain't really there
   Really there
  
   You'll find it here at moam colorful trees
   Picking the flowers of my destiny
   My futur's ahead but my past will be me
   So I'm killing the flowers of yesterday's pain
  
   Its just my way to get by
   Its just my way to goodbye
  
  
   You'll find it here at moam colorful trees
   Picking the flowers of my destiny
   My futur's ahead but my past will be me
   So I'm killing the flowers of yesterday's pain
  
  
   You'll find it here at moam colorful trees
   Picking the flowers of my destiny
   My futur's ahead but my past will be me
   So I'm killing the flowers of yesterday's pain
  
   For me its a kind of eden