Harm doesn't work for me
The silence
Doesn't come to forgive
I had a daydream today
The baleful
It isn't the worst for her
Creating a way
That comes without blame
A fire that cleans our soul
No more promises
Of little poor beauty
Loocking for travel inside you
Death is one more step
I deduce it
Can't go back to try itself
If life is to born again
An impulse
Makes me believe in her
Creating a way
That comes without blame
A fire that cleans our soul
No more promises
Of little poor beauty
Loocking for travel inside you