Texty: Monta. The Brilliant Masses. See Me Through Your Eyes.

The colour you choose has always been black
It suits you so well that?s what she said
If this enlightment i wish you well
You are the tower that stands all alone
but there is no bell

So give me a reason
to see me through your eyes
give me a reason
i can hold on to
hold on to

Your skin is pale like a white sheet of paper
Your cold blooded alltime there is no more later
Whatever i see reminds me of you

So give me a reason
to see me through your eyes
give me a reason
i can hold on to
hold on to