It's not time to beg
the stars are falling from
the skies while our souls
are crying and lying through
the trees we can find
something fine
the angels fly high
to carry our hurts
faraway, so close
deepest and sea and
to burn and hide behind
last crime of the crimes
we can't stop to dream and love
we are not just made of bones
today we are one
there is time to sun
and time to moon
there is time to silence
silence of the rain
to lips touch each others