I rise and the I jump, between your fingers I'll know how to land,
I wish it was tru that I hate your fingers,
I stretch and wait for something to curl your back in a flower
I wish it was true that I hate your back
When I breathe in your mouth, your eye penetrates in mine,
When I breathe in your mouth, you hide me like blood hides the wound.
I stand up and forgive, the hurt that my pain destroyed,
Let it be true that I hate the silence.
I rise and the I jump, between your fingers I'll know how to land, I wish it was tru that I hate your fingers, I stretch and wait for something to curl your back in a flower I wish it was true that I hate your back
When I breathe in your mouth, your eye penetrates in mine, When I breathe in your mouth, you hide me like blood hides the wound.
I stand up and forgive, the hurt that my pain destroyed, Let it be true that I hate the silence.