Besedila: Dave Justo. Aura. Stepping Stone.

Looking back, distorts my eyes
Through the glass, I ask, what lyes.
Ruins of smiles, warmth, and tears,
The glass gets thicker with all these years.

Time hurry along,
So I can carry on.
Ignorance sets us free,
Blind me.

I'll think again, when It's time to feel,
But right now, that seems so surreal.
Can't stop looking through the glass,
I tremble from the past.

Time hurry along,
So I can carry on.
Ignorance sets us free,
Blind me