If i could only wake up,
in a world of love,
without old dues,
and these freaks,
who always had been following me,
if i could only kiss you,
without bad remembrances
of cold springs,
without image of a dieing,
that is stick with us.
Cause my life is
a game without limits,
a tired story,
wrenching pages,
with no text on it,
cause my life is
eternal falling,
when i count defeats,
there's nothing left,
i'm still trailing habits,
and it only end's on it.
If i could only wake you up,
and make you coffee,
get into the bed,
and then kiss you,
but there's no such a thing,
and it doesn't exist,
if i could only fall in love,
with a little villager,
on a some lawn,
upon the universe,
so i cannot see down.
Cause my life is
a game without limits,
a tired story,
wrenching pages,
with no text on it,
cause my life is
eternal falling,
when i count defeats,
there's nothing left,
i'm still trailing habits,
and it only end's on it.
Cause my life is
a game without limits,
a tired story,
wrenching pages,
with no text on it,
cause my life is
eternal falling,
when i count defeats,
there's nothing left,
i'm still trailing habits,
and it only end's on it.