Sometimes, somewhere, I hear it calling. I'm listening.. Your talking in a whisper, like the wind of surrender, a stranger, forever, like the tears of some mother.
It's passion, that's missing, it's passion, that's coming home
And we call out, in the darkness, it was as twins we fell and kissed forever. When we shout out that challenge, it is as clowns we discover that time, is the cruellest sensation of all.
It's passion, that's missing, it's passion, that's coming home
So tell me wich answer lies sleeping beside you, how quickly the tide flows your running on low, nothing that changes, can change without moving
It's passion, that's missing, it's passion, that's coming home
It's passion, that's missing, it's passion, that's coming home
I can not departing from this song
The Foo Fighters to introduce the next singer to write in these days: Robert Ducat aka Blu Ducrot from him I learned to appreciate them! Also this is my Second Life!
Wake up it's time We need to find a better place to hide Make up your mind I need to know I need to know tonight
Sweet and divine Razor of mine Sweet and divine Razorblade shine
Patience my dear We could spend a lifetime waiting here Maybe this time I hope I get the chance to say goodbye
Sweet and divine Razor of mine Sweet and divine Razorblade shine
Day after day Cutting away Day after day But anyway
Wake up it's time We need to find a better place to hide Make up your mind I need to know I need to know tonight
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