One, two, three ... one, two, three. His fingers run over the strings. I listen to your music. All these sounds crawl like insects, in my room. One, two, three. One, two, three. Weird chords, low sound. Your voice is hugging me, envelops, fills all of space. Music crawls under sofas and tables, falls out of the vents open. We stand face to face and I read your soul. Your soul - an open book to me. You write in this book with special characters. No pain, no more pain. These sounds are breaking the blade in my hands. These sounds are tied up with my wrist, like an invisible tape. You let me be strange. Alone, you will break. But you are not alone, you have the music, it keeps you from using notes. One, two, three. One, two, three. You knock the drums and the bad thoughts of fear running out of my head. You will not leave me alone with the world. When the world is once again bared his teeth to swallow me, you'll be between me and this world. One, two, three. One, two, three. Sounds banish the demons of the night. They fight against the glass like moths. You whisper that I'll be fine. Guitar riffs, an eraser, erase my past. One, two, three ... one, two, three. The dawn. I think that you've never been here. Turn you into a sound and disappears. But when the sorrow will sit down again beside me, you showed up. You always come out of nothing. You know the best words in the world. And you have your magic music. One, two, three. You always save me. One, two, three. It's just our secret. One, two, three. I click on play and I'm not alone anymore. I have a friend. Your music is my friend. One, two, three ...