(Veni, sancte spiritus! Reple tuorum corda fideliu.)
All these accidents that happen follow the dot.
Coincidence makes sense only with you.
You don´t have to speak, I feel emotional landscapes.
They puzzle me.
You see inside of me.
You heal, you speak, I feel.
All that no-one sees you see what´s inside of me.
Every nerve that hurts you heal deep inside of me.
You don´t have to speak, I feel emotional landscapes.
They puzzle me, confuse.
Can the riddle get solved?
You see inside of me.
You heal, you speak, I feel.
State of emergency, how beautiful to be...
(Reple tuorum corda fidelium)