Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog
Where no one notices the contrast of white on white
And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view
Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right
I walk in the air between the rain through myself and back again
Where? I dont know
Maria says shes dying through the door I hear her crying
Why? I dont know
A step front door likes the ghost entering the fog there nobody attention white contrast in the white, and between you the angel obtains a smashing difference better view in the moon between the mistake and is correct I to walk again in the sky between the rain passes me with the following place? I did not know that said why shes does die gate Maria who hears her through me to sob? I did not know
