Every memory that crosses my head,
Every romance, every thread and every beautiful thing,
Handfuls of happiness beneath the haze,
Afternoons of eternity,
Stay, or leave their image behind with a sorrowful little wave.
Every time I look inside,
My mind goes blank, the alarm is on.
But that's what I see every time I close my eyes,
And my heart ceases to beat.
Every time I try, I'm scared beyond death.
To open the album of my life.
For there are angelic terrors inside.