b-side, the purple revolution

all the smiles were from you, all the tears from us. why does the princess smile, why does the prince weep? on the day that you left, the grey inherited the purple. the scars no longer visible, blood blotted, congealed, the slow drift of the snow...but still I wait, in winter's decline, for you to write your name with fresh ink, and wound again.

lines that never touch sometimes meet. there's a place where it's true, if you can find it; a flip side to each reality, if you know how to turn. now we see through a glass darkly, but then, face to face. when the revolution comes there'll be no prince or princess, and i'll not be me, and you'll not be you.

i am not... i am not...this is very difficult to say in English,..no, it's impossible. i don't know how you can say this. okay, i'm giving it one more try...i am not..