Madame Spectrum - Abismo

Dancing alone
The rain falls over our heads
When there’s nothing left
And we forget the past

Cold and black and infinite
We may wander and never get home
Dissonant echoes of an incident
Feel the endless need for waking up

How do you know?
Do we really sleep in our beds?
Or die when closing our eyes?
Make this room a black hole

Cold and black and infinite
We may wander and never get home
Dissonant echoes of this incident
Feel the endless need for waking up
Cold and black and infinite
Into your soul
Into you