Losing The Way Home

The smile I've borrowed from today...
Days of light
Days of mistakes
And when I'm going to cross my frail illusions
All my thoughts turn into a feeble breath of wind
And everytime I'm losing my control
And everytime I've tried to do my best
Fire put me in shiny chains

Some time ago I was a queen...
... my black angels... ready to die for me
But then a frog killed all my guilt with a rad sneer
My guilt was that I had no fear
For all the time I'm losing that glossy light
For all the time I've tried to do my best
Fire is still burning my precious sorrow