Walking down the streets at night I see her stumbling through the rain A skinny figure in the dark Her face a shade of grey
Begging here and barking there She´s swearing all the time Her fingers fumbling with her hair A dirty mess of grime
And she starts to cry and she´s asking why Her life´s always the same But she does not see, that unfortunately There´s no one here to blame
"Heroin" she said, "was the best I had... No more mountains left to climb. The world so slow... all my dreams just too high To be fulfilled in time...!"
She grabs my arm... and I feel alarmed Her fingers gripping tight I see her pleading eyes... so I start to disguise And say, that everything´s alright...
And the reason why I pretended and lied Is that I don´t want to kill The poor dream that´s left in the deepest cleft Of the thing that she calls will...! Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
