Текст песни Zenith

When the wind kiss the trees You'll realize how deep Were those my words, indeed Seeking, reckless, quickly The point of no return, like a dream In the despised banks of memory When on your face, roll a breeze You will notice, in an epiphany The cold claws of the air will Peel your skin When the rain interfere with the TV Rays shutting your house in agony A sad and bated breath will End your vanity The bang leaves your home clean Now you're so lean Becoming a beautiful, pure, stream Lonely