Lyric

The sky paints constellations, tropical blue

Ripples of time reach the door of the night

I believe in wishes, pray with my hands, my heart, right here

This wrist forgot the ticking, moving rhythmic and slow

A ribbon on the axis comes undone into memories

A rondo of the wind, softly, softly, one more dream

A nocturne ending in a hurry

Angels spin inside a fairy tale

A nocturne ending in a hurry

Out of focus, stand by me

A modest breeze, this quiet nocturne

Today slips away down the sink

A modest breeze, this quiet nocturne

Sleeping breath beneath the sheets

A modest breeze, this quiet nocturne

Sleeping breath beneath the sheets