Testo: Madita. Mood.

Killing the night
Is thrilling me right
Holding that kind
Of childhood in my mind

Wanna be wise
Gonna survive
Reasons divided
By the tear in my eye

Feeling the need
For healing IA'm weak
Falling asleep
Saves us from the deep


Comes from inside
As feeding a child
This state of blind
Puts in my mind

That IA'll care for you
And what will you do