Every night closes a circle, and demands answers, It's a hanging death, that you escape And you find yourself re-emerging slowly, without saying what had to be said. Maybe I have tried, writing, to talk about me To set a point and to create a new beginning But I realize that I just wandered around And maybe I have claimed and hoped too much. I always loved the simple ones, but in me I find contortion, contradictions, But I want you to believe that I'm sincere, at least now that I say that I'm faulty.
Maybe I'll continue searching forever, Maybe I'll change and I'll seek the rest... And still I don't understand, Mother Madness, have I grown up or not?
Mother, I'll go away, but I'll always be your son. Mother, let me go away, I'll always be your son.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
