Days passing by like shooting weapons

Leaving b

ehind unwanted lessons

Jenny is tired and wants to go to sleep

Her mother is sitting by the window

Staring directly at the winter

She always had a way to see beyond

Jenny your eyes are blue and the ocean too sings a song for you

Jenny will never do what

they want her to she's too good for you

There is an end in each beginning

Jenny is staring at the ceiling

Hoping that one day it might fall

Jenny your eyes dont say what you want them to but theyre always

true

Jenny will drown tonight when her dreams c

omes true and the stars turn

mute

Days passing by like endless summers

In peaceful dreams and secret gardens

Jenny is finally asleep