A silent sigh, a bitter kiss. Five 149's. Or the 76. Sometimes we lose control. Sometimes we cry. That's the way we walk. We miss words, we talk. And in the morning, the sun. Then the fight we shout. Slowly the window we open. Here comes the light we care.
Mess on the bed I see. Down on my knees you claim. Throught the night we cry. Waiting for the light to shine. Waiting For The Light To shine.
Mess on the bed I see. Down on my knees you claim. Throught the night we cry. Waiting for the light to shine. Waiting For The Light To shine.
