Call it what you wish to, call it what you will A difference of opinion, a dash of overkill A touch of Cain and Abel, a tear from eyes that fill Part of all we stand for, the urge that's hard to still
(Chorus) We narrow down our vision Open up our arms But by then it's far too late To hear our own alarms Our own alarms
Every time we spill out words, or bottle up our thoughts The killing and the passion, can only come to naught We feel our way in darkness, with all our senses taut We try and find the one thing, we know that cannot be boughtTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
