Below

Everything lies below

Below your eyes you swore

Lies are made for liars as

Love was made for lovers

Ching

Everything has its time

Its time to come and go

But if time is a messenger

Then why do we hide at all

Ching Ching

We tore silence we forged a new sun

We left all the gardensgods behind

And now they start to bloom

We are homeless, homeless we are