Lyrics:

In the room, on the red wall hang Rosalyn
And the scent from the petals of the flowers fills the room but you are not here

On the velvet sofa as the dreams that turned to ashes quietly
I watch a local movie. The reason to laugh is seeing you on screen

The moon-shaped lamp still shines red
Goodbye... My to my dearest Vivian-scented girl

The decorations of perfumes in the sink, the black and white picture cries
What you see is everything and there's no reason to that

Cut down your discomfort wings
It's dying on you
Cut down your discomfort wings
To a tomorrow that can't be reached

Children sing the church choir at the newly built church
When ever I walk past it, my heart screams

There's no forgetting the Past, the Present, or the Future
Will only the believers be led to salvation? That's stupid

Why can't we be perfect? Why can't it be?

The merry go round that goes around and around and around has dried you up
I hold in my sweaty hand, a picture of you and an ice pick

Cut down your discomfort wings
Be freer
Cut down your discomfort wings
But keep the door closed