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
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
HI FOLKS, IT`S ME AGAINME AND MY OBSESSIONS, I DO
ALL ART IS AT ONCE SURFACE AND SYMBOLWHEN THE SOUND
OPEN YOUR EARS AND YOUR EYESTHE OLD MAN IS PRAYING
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