i need you or a lightning
for no land
i would let you down
all that you were
now is fading
your bed's a rose or a while
i beg for you
you little hope
being alive
for you hold on
this is your last
end to be near
the green of a serenade
falling in love means
to blow up fate
breaking down
for a distant life
we are alone
and i am the solitude
i beg for you
you little hope
being alive
for you hold on
this is your last
end to be near |