Cracks along the pavement Reach the secret box of feelings that I hold Inside my heart! Inside the visions of our lips sticking together In this world
The street was grey and white And seemed to be a dame on the border But Mich was wordly-wise He had met her bitter taste too times before Right
Can?t forget When I was just a little boy and everything was great Now I try To run on the edge of my stability Can?t forget Vanilla flavours on
Critical signals come over our heads And we can try to understand the words we say each other But in lessons of my life I vomit hate and in your eyes
