Ilaria Graziano - Christmas in the Silent Forest

Seeing colors,
Ribbons of their truth.
Can I touch to reconnect?
See beyond the light,
In Bubbles rise to surface in someone's eye,
Synchrons that dwell...

Silence is crying, is crying...
Open doors and Empty glasses,
Christmas in the Silent Forest...
The limp ticking of the hand...

Penetrate in whispers,
In shadows rise to surface in someone's mind...
Echoes that dwell.
echoes that dwell.
echoes that dwell...

Blameless sorrow,
Hollow hush of trees,
Roots are deeply intertwined.
Penetrate in whispers,
In shadows rise to surface...
In someone's sigh...
Segments that yell...

Silence is crying, is crying...
Open doors and Empty glasses,
Christmas in the Silent Forest...
The limp ticking of the hand...

Hollow hush of trees, How do you keep?
Sweet slumber, sleep among the forest trees...
Hollow hush of trees, how you keep?
Sweet slumber, sleep among the forest trees...