I`M READING YOUR WORDS
HERE ON THE SCREEN
I`M THE FOOL ON
REMEMBER THE NIGHTS WHEN WE WERE YOUNG
TOMORROW IS SO FAR
I`VE NEVER BEEN THE MAN YOU WANTED ME TO BE
THE
SHE`S LOST IN A WORLD OF CONFUSION
LOST IN A WORLD
WE ARE RIDING THROUGH THE NIGHT
FADING COLOURS IN YOUR EYES
TOUCHED
VIRGIN MARY IS ALONE IN HER ROOM
IN THE PALE LIGHT
I CLOSE MY EYES BUT I CAN`T SLEEPI HEAR YOU
THE COLOUR OF YOUR EYESWE DON`T NEED TO TALKI CAN
ALL ART IS AT ONCE SURFACE AND SYMBOLWHEN THE SOUND
OPEN YOUR EARS AND YOUR EYESTHE OLD MAN IS PRAYING
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