In the silence of my room
I try to understand the simple things
I see curtains, paintings and strings
My guitar seems so boring without me
And my imagination bounced
From the wall to the floor
And my imagination sinks
From my eyes to my feet
I see different colors in my dreams
And listen to many voices calling me
They're so proud screaming so loud to me
They're so anxious to say what they want to say
Come to me my muse
My source of inspiration
Come to me my muse
With all your dedication
You say I will not find my muse
You say I will not find her
You say I will not find my muse
You say I will not find him
Come to me, come to me
I wake up feeling so strange
I look around trying to find something new
But everything seems normal from my point of view
I guess that is just the way reality goes
Come to me my muse
My source of inspiration
Come to me my muse
With all your dedication
Come to me, come to me
And my imagination bounced
From the wall to the floor
And my imagination sinks
From my eyes to my feet
