Born Dead
We get along the same, name this road (?)
To closure we fall, better
? with the most blinding right
We never could see what we're ?
Wanted to feel alive, we wander(?)
Longing to feel alive
Soon they will close our eyes
With no-one to tell goodbye
We're gone(?) to the faintest of hope
Guess back the wind, alone I can't
Break the hands of time
And I'll never take back what was mine
We all die, longing to feel alive!
We all die, longing to feel...
We all die, longing to feel alive!
We all die, longing to feel...
