Holy John
Acrobat
It's been a while that I'm blind and that I can only see dark. The haunting voices of my spirit are senseless to the outside and continuing to live seems a harder tasks seconds by seconds. The tears that I never cried will now cry out loud their last vision of confusion in a river flow from my veins...
Tomorrow is another day... another quiet night and I'm leaving. My heart prefers to fly like a bird.. as long as I've got wings, I will go where my heart wants to go, up in the sky...
Condemned by doubt, montionless and apprehensive
I'm like my people, undecided and dreamer,
I speak with whom wants about my fictious country
My heart full of giddiness and corroded by fear
Tomorrow is another day... another quiet night and I'm leaving. My heart prefers to fly like a bird.. as long as I've got wings, I will go where my heart wants to go, up in the sky...
Condemned by doubt, montionless and apprehensive
I'm like my people, undecided and dreamer,
I speak with whom wants about my fictious country
My heart full of giddiness and corroded by fear