Из альбома: Melange
Each of your steps brings the end nearer
Burning eyes, hot lips, face is a picture, your dreams belong to the past and the same again
- dipping tired pale expression in the nightmare of the daily routine
You don't enjoy a rising day thus you look forward to the night
And again great pains were taken in vain
Made your touch send a chill down my spine, made your words send a chill down my spine
You mark the days off in a calendar screaming loudly - I will change everything!