b - Rara Avis

It’s seems to be like a yore
And it feeds the new pictures
It makes you a little bit torn
Cos‘ you’re spoiled by past blisters
The storm can light up your lamps
In the city where the hermits can’t help themselves
The smoke covered up the plants
In a land where the creatures can’t help themselves
I remember the sparks of start
And so strange were hopes and efforts
The chance to keep it in heart
Has died with the first alerts
The storm can light up your lamps
In the city where the hermits can’t help themselves
The smoke covered up the plants
In your land where the creatures can’t help themselves
Under the naked sight
Is a skin of your oblivion
Tracks of the failed nights
Are the soft symptom
The storm can light up your lamps
In the city where the hermits can’t help themselves
The smoke covered up the plants
In that land where the creatures can’t help themselves