Dead-end streets all around of me,
Springtime is far away from me.
How right you were, you were hidden in yesterday,
Your tommorrows are fake.
I've always asked about you to the rain, the stars, the moon
And you wandered so that maybe you could hear,
You stood there.
Just like a punishment
This mood in my feelings
It's not the end
I've been keen on you for a long time
I'm over my own, I'm a dust on the ground
I'm not feeling myself
In other dreams, in other arms,
We overcame.
Just like a punishment
This mood in my feelings
It's not the end
I've been keen on you for a long time
If you can't break, if you can't throw
If you can't cross out, just scratch
If you can't break, if you can't throw
If you can't cross out, just scratch
If you can't cross out, just scratch
If you can't break, if you can't throw
If you can't cross out
Just like a punishment
This mood in my feelings
It's not the end
I've been keen on you for a long time
Just like a punishment
This mood in my feelings
It's not the end
I've been keen on you for a long time