And she said it was alright/ To recover things, to recover me/ You know it all except the bound of my true embrace trough the words I said/ Because I just want to fall down/ In your deep blue eyes, in your stormless face/ But lumber trough the crowd/ It's decree weakness as my common sense/ You've been lost without a trace/ should I be aiming for your touch/ And I quash all revulsion/ it was so much happier than today/ When love won't gain no ground/ with your foolish odds/ On your complementary choices/ I obey until you say you will/ You've been lost without a trace/ Should I be aiming for your touch