There is nothing I cant tell you that 'll make you understand
Theres no magic, theres no subtance
That 'll tell me what you think.
Have I ever been a subject or an object in your head
Changing colors that will suit you
Changing faces like a clow.
My last change to be coherent, my last day to be naive
My last shot at all my maners
My first day with all my dreams.
You 'll be tender, you 'll get better
You dont see it, give it time
You dont need them, you don't won't miss them.
Its is over, you re all mine.
Have I ever been a subject or an object in your head
Changing colors that will suit you
Changing faces like a clow.