Anchored to the saddest composition, I\'m at a standstill every time I listen. I am a cherry bomb exploding. Sounds ricochet through my ears, the sound of bells pealing. I seen you, a glasslike figure embracing the shadows. Wax of the night. I\'ve been running from my fears for so long. Too scared to face the truth, I turn the other way. When I don\'t know how to explain my emotions I don\'t say anything. I live in the long silence, in the blue electric of life.