1. We are again
in second chance
To watch the day
And feel the dance.
We are again
on tiny way
with eyes all closed
and dying sense.
R.: We are treated like an angels,
But who knows, who we are?
We are treated like a demons,
But who says we are far?
2. We walk apart
through open doors
along the beach
and up to walls.
We walk apart
but hand in hand
and step by step
till funeral crawls.
R.: We are treated like an angels,
But who knows, who we are?
We are treated like a demons,
But who says we are far?
3. We lived our lives like someone else,
We are not us, we are so strange.
But who can tell me the damn thing:
Who now possesses our bodies?
R.: We are treated like an angels,
But who knows, who we are?
We are treated like a demons,
But who says we are far?