The city freed the man in me Came to call, down the street With no intentions
There's no use in begging for A crucifux, An altar boy There's no use In running from The same discotheques, same crowds
This thirst that I have May it never be quenched My hunger returns to me Every October's death
The passion fades, but the text persists Cathedral bells, my broken wrist School of hearts: It's a beautiful one Drank a glass of tears Before I fell in love
This thirst that I have May it never be quenched My hunger returns to me Every October's deathTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.