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From behind the door, i feel a breeze A scent of living, that was meant to please me From behind the door i hear a whisper as Soft as a picture, carved from water As i slide the iron plate below the handle A shaft of light hits me like a million candles I see the forest, a ballroom, i see an empty street Like a thousand puzzles ready to complete I see every colour and colours that aren't invented I see golden medals that are yet to be presented For the only time i get pleasure from torment I cannot touch, i can only see But the pure desire, to touch the living scent But to open up the door, i need I need the key etc. On statuette, what are you defending Your marble smile, seems kinda condescending Don't try the patience of an impatient man If you can't fight, don't fight a man that can I see every colour and colours that aren't invented I see golden medals that are yet to be presented For the only time i get pleasure from torment SongtexteI cannot touch, i can only see But the pure desire, to touch this living scent But to open up the door, i need I need the key etc. Pure desire to touch the living scent etc. I need the key (to fade) Aus Songtexte Mania