... Be Here

Ah, ah, ah

In your room where time stands still
Or moves at your will
Will you let the morning come soon
Or will you leave me lying here
In your favorite darkness
Your favorite half life
Your favorite consciousness
Your favorite slave

In your room
Where souls disappear only you exist here
Will you lead me to your own chair
Or leave me lying here
Your favorite innocence your favorite prize
Your favorite smile your favorite slave

I'm hanging on your words
Living with your breath
Feeling with your skin
Will I always be here? In your room
Your burning eyes cause flames to rise up
Will you let the fire die down soon?
Or will I always be here?
Do you let the fire die down soon?
Will I always be here? Your favorite passion
Your favorite game your favorite mirror
Your favorite slave