Madame Octavia

In front of the mirror lie, anger and pain
because the reflection doesn't work the miracle of love.
To be the thin line that one wants to possess
or the juicy fruit, and in the end just be.....
fragile like a thought in the wind
that can't be.

Who could have been the genius who invented the illusion
has been cruel by nature or great in virtue.
Why be the thin line that one wants to possess
or the juicy fruit, and in the end just be.....
fragile like a thought in the wind
that can't be.

If the sun goes away, make your own light
If the sun goes away, make your own light
If the sun goes away, make your own light
If the sun goes away, make your own light

Second...

Make your own light
Make your own light
Make your own light
Make your own light
Make your own light
Make your own light, ohh

Make your own light
Make your own light
Make your own light...