Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
I Ya Toyah
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anna Tarnowska
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
I Ya Toyah
Producer
Stabbing Westward
Producer
Walter Flakus
Producer
Lyrics
The air froze
All is still
Crystal halls
I touch them, they are real
Corridors like glass
Walls of solid ice
Are leading my way
Into tomorrow
I just wanna stop
And
Obsess about yesterday
I'm not ready
To be born again
All of my feelings
Caves know the meanings
I hide them well so you can't tell
How real it gets when I'm there
Why don't you see me
You look right through me
And deep inside
I bleed the cut
Outside I still play my part
Go deeper than the cut
Further than a dream
Nothing's real
Nothingness
Blood into snow
Melting
The fear of unknown
Corridors like glass
Walls of solid ice
Are leading my way
Leading my way
All of my feelings
Caves know the meanings
I hide them well so you can't tell
How real it gets when I'm there
Why don't you see me
You look right through me
And deep inside
I bleed the cut
Outside I still play my part
I just wanna stop and
Obsess about yesterday
I'm not ready
To be born again
I just wanna stop and
Obsess about yesterday
I'm not ready
To be born again
I just wanna stop and
Obsess about yesterday
I'm not ready
To be born again
Written by: Anna Tarnowska