4 acessos
It is a lonely rainy Sunday on Hicksville's dirty streets
Only some transient, blurry shadows doing non-essentios deeds
No one anticipates, the dire menace waits, prowling for this sweet young thing
She isn't able to resist them as they entice her with these words
Come on and join the vertigo, I'm sure you'll love the show
It doesn't matter what's to come or what you've tried before
A lot of snow fell in the meantime and days are closing in
From time to time she would appear again, straying, unshod, frail and thin
One day she disappeared, no single word was heard, she was never seen again,
But if you listen very carefully you can hear her softly sing