Your pulse is racing In those empty days When lives are one But now intertwined When her caress grows cold
And still she waits For the day She can call this 'love'
This child is your creation Your fading passion marked by wounds Mother turned her back And fell from within This void she must endure
Those feverish nights Drenched in tears and sweat She cries; 'I see no better way out than to die'Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.