Do the impossible, see the invisible! Raw! Raw! FIGHT THE POWER!
In front of the mirror
I see myself with you
You thin fingers
And those hands are something nice
On the day you sealed
Your lips, we made a promise
But now we cannot remember
Why am I not like the wind, like the clouds?
Why don’t I have wings, in order to reach the sky?
Why am I not like the stars or like the moon
That embraces everything
I don’t have wings, to sink myself in the night..
“Dress” Buck-Tick