The rising smoke of a cigarette
Stairs my sentes
The pale mirror before me
Shows shapes of evanescent delight
It starts to pull me so much
I soon go through the looking glass
And there I see you
Lying on the grass
You look gloomy and sad
Your tears are falling like hot rain
I pick you up
Far from your pain
You walk on my hand
My fingers become your stairs
Cause if you fall down
I'll be there
And i don't care if you have doubts or fears
Cause I know your bloody drop and tears
Cause I know that you deserve success
And I won't let you think
You're a mess
I kiss your cheeks
I caress you hair
Smile and joy
Spread everywhere
You walk on my hand
My fingers become your stairs
Couse if you fall down
I'll be there
The world around becomes a masterpiece
You cherry me up and I feel at easy
You walk on my hand
My fingers become your stairs
Couse if you fall down
I'll be there

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