A dirty trace inside my soul...
But I was forced to play this role,
No matter what - I feel misplaced,
I always run, I'm always chased.
This sugar skin, these liar's tears
Inside the chaos of my fears...
I gave it out without a word,
Now empty spaces are my world.
So all I have is out of touch,
Although they know -I don't need much:
A little bit of comprehension
That could release my awful tension.
I lie awake, the same old things,
My thoughts consume...Where are my wings?
I'd fly so high beyond these walls,
Although I know I'd have to fall.
And all I have is out of touch,
Although you know - I don't need much:
A little bit of your attention
That could release my awful tension.