Jealousy is time's game Painted in her secrets Vanity has now found a holiday Beauty everlasting Could it really be so That the picture would pay the price for life
She was born in the land of heartbreak Shadows burn everywhere she goes She is young as each moment passes And so she'll stay as the years pass away
She will never grow old But she had to give her soul to the picture There's a hold on her life And she's running out of time in the picture
Prisoner of canvas Keeper of the mystery Everyone around her has begun to fade Life is bitter sweet now Looking for the way out Time is something she's got on her side
Pure the soul and you'll pure the senses Can this be every sin it shows Turn the page but there's nothing after The price she must pay as the angels turn away
She will never grow old But she had to give her soul to the picture There's a hold on her life And she's running out of time in the picture
She is lost in the land of nowhere Lovers fade at each chapter's close A heart so cold even love won't enter Keys of her rage lock the perfect cage
She will never grow old But she had to give her soul to the picture There's a hold on her life And she's running out of time in the picture
Withers twisted found in their evening dress Portrayed perfect telling what she can't confessTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
