Tekster:
Marcos B

Oversættelse: Mark B. Du fik det.

Al parecer no has recibido mi mensage Cuando te fuiste te lanze mil advertencias No hicistes caso y ahora vengo a repetirte Lo que te dige aquella noche

Te veo obstinada En hacer tu maleta En borrar al marcharte Una vida completa En tirar tierra al fuego Por querer apagarlo En dejar nuestro mundo Y querer

A distant friend of Johnny B. Goode Jason B. Sad was a lonely lad His head was a bed for everyone His clothes was his life but his heart was a knife

With your stained glass look Ahh........ Well do you remember when we met You stuck behind me like a stained glass net And I'm broken Is that a

I'm breathing, I feel my heart beat But it's been a while since I've been alive A new day, I feel a summer breeze I will let it take me, wherever it may

The wall on which the prophets wrote is cracking at the seams upon the instrument's object the sunlight brightly gleams where every man is torn apart

Well, I might be a lot of things but I won't be ignored When I see you coming, the chariots of the Lord Well, the pale horses are riding and the Judgment

Standing in the corner Ordered it's time to go Who has self-control? Conflict in the making It may just stand for reason Only for the soul The situation