I see a house, a house of stone
A lonely house,
You punch your way through a world of good intentions
People
There comes a time, when you should see things clear
Free
Fire walkers feel no pain from the coals
Ruled by passion
It's always one thing or another, seems like we never
You really do know how to strut that stuff
You really
Here we go again, round and round again
Gettin? nowhere fast
It?s
Cold sweat, sweat it out
In the land of the midnight
