Triangle Of Italy - Labyrinth

Triangle Of Italy - Labyrinth

Scent of dried flowers and I'm walking through the fog 
walking through the fog 
Scent of dried flowers and I'm walking through the fog 
walking through the fog

I see my memories in black and white 
they are neglected by space and time 
I store all my days in boxes
and left my whishes so far behind

Now everything is reflection 
as I make my way through this labyrinth 
and my sense of direction 
is lost like the sound of my steps 
is lost like the sound of my steps. 

Scent of dried flowers and I'm walking through the fog 
walking through the fog 
Scent of dried flowers and I'm walking through the fog 
walking through the fog 

Just like a spy through smoke and lights 
I escaped through the back door of the world 
and I saw things getting smaller 
fear as well as temptation

I find my only salvation 
in playing hide and seek in this labyrinth 
and my sense of connection 
is lost like the sound of my steps 
is lost like the sound of my steps

Scent of dried flowers and I'm walking through the fog 
walking through the fog 
Scent of dried flowers and I'm walking through the fog 
walking through the fog 

But I want to stay here 
'cause I am waiting for the rain 
and I want it to wash away 
everything, everything, everything. 

Scent of dried flowers and I'm walking through the fog 
walking through the fog 
Scent of dried flowers and I'm walking through the fog 
walking through the fog