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 |