Mood

Well, you have your satisfaction
And your thoughts are just slipping through the night
Like you have never wished
When can't speak your language
And your dreams are just hidden in your mind
The city and I are strangers tonight

My sickened notes are waving through the ligth
I need to run but I dont need to cross to the other side

To avoid
Oh, your love
To avoid
Oh, no, your looove
Without making noise
Without painting our souls
Are we figthing against our love?
Are we figthing again too close?

Open heart, keep all the chances
And you leave on the ground all of your signs
I am a fucking stranger tonight
Moving fast, running in circles
And my brain is destroyed in my skull
I am so tired

My sickened notes are waving through the ligth
I need to run but I dont need to cross to the other side

To avoid
Oh, your love
To avoid
Oh, no, your looove
Without making noise
Without painting our souls
Are we figthing against our love?
Are we figthing again too close?