1990 Nights
I've been crossing all the oceans
Looking for a place where remember your eyes
Like the shiny stars
I've been living for too long now
Without love and a god joking me all the time
Sarcastically damned by the sacred hand
With the page twenty five
Of our seven month when the moth
Came close to the fire
And a butterfly from our
Nineteen ninety nights
In the middle of your heart is found
Going from side to side your husk
Revealing behind the scene your shack
The one which core got easily melted down
And never managed to get yourself out
A self inflicted pain, a prison to your mind
With the page twenty five
Of our seven month when the moth
Came close to the fire
And a butterfly from our
Nineteen ninety nights
Made of special smiles
All our cries were silenced
With the sin we never hid to her eyes
With the page twenty five
Of our seven month when the moth
Came close to the fire
And a butterfly from our
Nineteen ninety nights
