The cover

Had a conversation
With a friend of mine

We talked about limits
The limits of our souls
When do you touch them?
Looking trough the eyes

Taste the pain, feel it
Live the pain, hate it

Looking away, hiding it
Having to cry, feeling hurt

He said: you've always got
Something to hide. Always
Maybe it's true
Maybe I'm hiding 'me'

Let me look in your eyes
Look in mine

Let's SEE what's the problem
Show me what you've got to hide

Let me touch your soul
And with one fingertip
Crying, 'cause it hurts
When trying to heal it

Come and look at me
Look at ME, and forget

What's wrapped around it


*12-06-2001*