---

White walls paint a room of sadness, trapped in a decoration of glass.
Time isn't careful with his sands, is this the last time I see her laugh?

How I want to escape this moment, change this white in a field of green.
There we lay, under a bright sun, not underneath a cruel machine.

I feel the sting within, when I walk the line once again.
To find her there, she can not win.
The curing is in vain, I wish that I could suit her pain.
She won't die alone, my lust for live is gone.

Still the present encages the moment, the air is heavy for us to breath.

I feel the sting within, when I walk the line once again.
To find her there, she can not win.
The curing is in vain, I wish that I could suit her pain.
She won't die alone, my lust for live is gone.

---

Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.