The tragic comedy divine. Paints the way to peace of mind. Leaving shallow lovers far behind. Past uncertainties combine. Bringing tears to sleepless eyes.
Lately, nothing passes lightly. A heavy hand is holding me down. A breeze is just an unfamiliar sound to me. . Just close the door. (It's all coming back to me).
Tighten your tie, boy. You're something to die for. But don't hold your breath now. You're just killing time. Tonight you can dream, boy. Imagine a whisper.
Make you up. Take you out. Play it up to bring you down. Take the time to make this last. . Spin the wheel. Watch it crash. Turn the dress to broken glass.
I'm looking at a face, a pointed chin. Towards the sky, an arrogance. It easily betrays the closest friend. No moment lost, no consequence. . The circle starts again, away from you.
Face them. The time will erase them. Stop trying to chase them. I've taken my place. And it's not worth the tears. . I waited so long for this love. As another was slipping away.
All these broken pieces left unglued. Should never find their way. Into the hands of someone like you. . I'm in the dark. I'm alone around you. I've never been here before.
Шоу уродов.. . Они становятся отвратительными,. Они - шоу уродов.. А сейчас мы смеемся, потому что они никогда не узнают,. Что у них есть все.. Мы отдаем им все, что у нас есть,.