You set your feet in black boots, And you kick stones in indecision.
White grazes over the wound that doesn't ache. If that's not you, then the power is aggresive.
If you don't become free and unselfish, something's gone wrong. I can't let you go, and I keep loving you.*
You interrupt the night To deeply start thinking That love has changed you, So your illusions float until they disappear.
Pushing people aside to line up for defeat Because I've become to like you, I always lose. This isn't good, this bad pattern. With unknown rules, the telephone bell won't ring.
Because I don't like both the "passion" of a rose nor the "innocence" of a lily, There's no excuse for feeling alive and breathing.
A sigh flows out, But there seems to be no gentle tears. If I peek at love in the mirror, It's ashamed of me, and my taunts disappear.
The night sweetly breaks, Because it can't sleep with your name. The form of love has changed, But you won't disappear, now that your near me.
You set your feet in black boots, And you kick stones in indecision.
White grazes over the wound that doesn't ache. If that's not you, then the power is aggresive.
If you don't become free and unselfish, something's gone wrong. I can't let you go, and I keep loving you.*
You interrupt the night To deeply start thinking That love has changed you, So your illusions float until they disappear.
Pushing people aside to line up for defeat Because I've become to like you, I always lose. This isn't good, this bad pattern. With unknown rules, the telephone bell won't ring.
Because I don't like both the "passion" of a rose nor the "innocence" of a lily, There's no excuse for feeling alive and breathing.
A sigh flows out, But there seems to be no gentle tears. If I peek at love in the mirror, It's ashamed of me, and my taunts disappear.
The night sweetly breaks, Because it can't sleep with your name. The form of love has changed, But you won't disappear, now that your near me.