3 acessos
How do you get right?
With one eye closed so tight
Slipping backwards
Falling prey to plastic eyes
So hard to walk straight
For the style has made you sway
In every cabaret
On every strip that bears your name
Open your eyes; you are standing empty and cold
Open your mouth if your voice can never be sold
Burn the bridge down
Take the long road into town
Where all the bastards
And the witches mark their ground
In the corners
Where the lost souls have been found
There lies a purpose
Before yourself dead in the ground
Open your eyes; you are standing empty and cold
Open your mouth if your voice can never be sold
I only know hearts made of stone rarely sail far
And may never reach home
And so is the cost to live dead ands lost
Searching the stars to find which is ours