A soft tune, 
that's what it is... 

That's what, 
takes me to little wandering, 
to places, 
one can only feel, 
when in closed doors... 

To places, 
one can only see, 
when blind by eyes, 
and not by heart... 

Every single night, 
I placed two pillows, 
with just enough space between them, 
that my heads on 'em, 
and my ear, 
it enjoys its free space betwixt, 
while still in the air, 
listening to the most beautiful lies, 
the songs, 
that takes you to places, 
where, 
one can only fly, 
when lying in bed, 
while the soul wanders... 

I close my eyes, 
becoming the blind man, 
I lock myself, 
becoming the prisoner, 
in the closed doors, 
I lay in my bed, 
like the body, 
which lets the soul leave... 

I became the man 
hearing all the lies, 
the songs tell, 
to the ear, 
that floats in the air,
to the body, 
which rests, 
letting live the soul, 
the life, 
the prisoner always lived, 
that I lived, 
or, 
I thought I lived!! 

I waited!! 
Everyday, 
for the nights to come, 
for me to be the prisoner of the moment, 
for the soul to be free, 
for the moment, 
to scatter its spell... 

I waited, 
to live life... 
That I lived every night, 
or, 
I thought I lived!!