: Te conoci de noche en la ciudad de la adelfa blanca, por la calle dormida donde los hombres muerden las flores yo cantaba al diablo con la barbuka
: Don't wait for me My mind runs free Dont wait for me I must try Must understand Suddenly pretend To find the way Lo live my way With or without
: [Based on a theme from Sonata #8 in C minor by Ludwig van Beethoven] [Instrumental]
: I could see my life, short film passing my eyes I tried to look away from her, as always I just tried Sweetness in her eyes, gone through one million
: From our lives' beginning on We are pushed in little forms No one asks us how we like to be In school they teach you what to think But everyone says
: Love with the maiden, The flower of winter Lowbrow children, in grove of the inland How many times heart's gone through the grinder Wherever you look
: Welcome, come in, yes this is me I gave once too much and now I can't get rid of thee I can't be subtle, I can't be kind Why I should be there
: It must have been cold there in my shadow To never have sunlight in your face And you can content to let me shine You always walked a step behind.
: Another Prophet of Disaster Who says the ship is lost Another Prophet of Disaster Leaving you to count the cost Taunting us with visions Afflicting
: The mystery of death before us... Soon every night can bring the light, and close my eyes. Sometimes life in here is too limited Sometimes we don't
: I take my hat off, bow before the greatness You're so much braver I give you credit for Somehow the Grays create a harmony And no color can add a flavor
: Time, it needs time To win back your love again I will be there, I will be there Love, only love Can bring back your love someday I will be there
: I Can see how you are beautifull, can you feel my eyes on you, I'm shy and turn my head away Working late in diner Citylite, I see that you get home
: "These are my final lines, I've lived all my nine lives, My nights are over, cannot feel your heart anymore" I lived only trough you, My scar, my
: It's me I hate, not you at all I am my own medicine, Turned into a poison I think I gave you a lot, And not enough... I know Tortured myself, same
: Started a dangerous game that's not won by The person who made the first move Chose to be targeted by all those eyes And now, some of you think I'm
: My dream, it seems, fails to see the mornings My one and only aim I hear you breathe, I'm not alone in the darkness I feel something on my lips I should
: Now I am crawling in (my crawling skin) I can't wake up anymore (can't find the door) I try to make a deal (with myself) to avoid the blinding door