Feeling like inventing
And a piece of chalk in the air,
Will mark my reason’s border
And a mine of patience and jealousy
Remind us, girls don’t pay money
And at the same time that holy is always small,
Your phantoms can bring me back to life
My little black angels collection
Remind us, we have what we deserve
I know it because others have already left
And I follow their steps while walking today
And here, you and I
Only the good ones remain
No one will tell us where to stop
Don’t be afraid of wearing me out, I’m eternal
And those hands as pure as coral
The graveyard time will come
And only then, being and not being will mean the same
I know it because others have already left
And I follow their steps while walking today
And here, you and I
Only the good ones remain
No one will tell us where to stop
I know it because others have already left
And I follow their steps while walking today
And here, you and I
Only the good ones remain
No one will tell us where to stop
And I follow their steps while walking today
And here, you and I
Only the good ones remain
No one will tell us where to stop