Vista previa
Pictures of an image of a person who could not be blamed
You are a colour and you are a number
We need a sanction to see one another
If I keep my distance in the season of this slender hell
It´s because of the need to live off one another
Go home young offender and stay undercover
We´re busy running out of time
(Whatever it takes, I will make you mine)
I´ll take the future from your hands
(All the things I´ve ever had, I can make the perfect crime)
We´re strong, we do our thing
Let the world cry, watch the birds sing
Give me the freedom, I need to recover
Words cannot heal, when a line is your lover
Wind howls in my chamber like an angel
(like an angel)
You are a colour and you are a number
Go home young offender and stay undercover