Aren't they cold The eyes you see me with Aren't they old The words you speak I still bleed from the same wounds It is still the same taste of salt They are living inside my dreams I feed them now as I trapped them in I will keep on chasing the unreal Even if I know I'll die each time more It never leaves... I still feel the rain... The one you say that isn't... The one you don't comprehend.. Every scar will stay Pale lilac, amethyst Every scar is alive Pale lilac, amethyst