I lay your card to tell you magic ~ Things that happen in your live ~ I tell of fortune and of dreamings ~ And maybe too that pretty guy ~ It’s all inside the way we’re living ~ When we hold on to pretty things ~ But when we look around the corner ~ We see that world that realy stinks ~ We look at dark and awfull places ~ The way created in our lives ~ And give away our special feelings ~ By writing them down on air at hyves ~ My words are just the explanation ~ of web and writing in the stars ~ where we can see that we are falling ~ leaving behind the bleeding scars ~ We live to go to our explosion ~ If we don’t mind what we just do ~ I lay your card, it should be magic ~ But what I write is just your trueth ~ ---Copywright Aqua1955---