Look in my eyes in the depths of my in every single song I sing from you
with a fantasy, your face The voice of the dem, the thought of sin, I am left
You are not, I have no, and I have no time, I read Remember you, you are in your air and again without you
I have been shouting this black night I am shouting again from the bottom of the stories I miss you and have shouted this black night I shout again from the bottom of the stories I read
with a fabric, your face The voice of the deime, the thought of sin, I am
You are not beside me, I have no quiet I am waiting for and moment, again without you
I am alone in your blood and read you
My heart, and you, this black night
I miss this black night I shout again from the bottom of the stories.
