Tita dreams of a torrid love,
Tita speaks of a tightrope world,
Tita's dying in the arid wasteland,
trapped in her fear of heights.
Tita hurries to lose herself
in a sapphire hued drunkenness.
Tita's dragging her parched throat,
glass after glass she'll make it through.
She's been wandering for a few years now,
the echo of her voice gets lost in the night.
She's been wandering for a few years now,
the echo of her voice gets lost in the night.
She let herself be blinded by the evil rooted deep inside.
She does not want to reveal her wounded inner self anymore.
Oh, the wound!
By dint of courting the extreme,
Tita's losing the very meaning of her life.
By dint of stretching the limits,
Tita's always on the run.
Tita dreams of a torrid love,
Tita speaks of a tightrope world,
Tita's dying in the arid wasteland,
trapped in her fear of heights.