Absence - :Of The Wand & The Moon:

Absence makes the heart grow colder

Tear you apart pulls you under

And love makes the heart grow fonder

Lift you up only to rip you assunder

Look at me

Look at me

We´re falling

Your face is veiled to me

A seal of smoke covers thee

How can you breath in times like these?

Your covert ops how you tease

Look at me

You´re all lit up

Like a christmas tree

Solitude makes the heart grow stronger

Purifies makes you ponder

If this is it

Or just some random anomaly

Look at me

Look at me

You´re burning

Your heart is veiled to me

Do you exist?

is this reality?

Your reflection sways before my eyes

How i wish you would lay down your disguise

Look at me

Look at me

I´m calling