Your tears make me look into my soul, into my heart. Your tears make me look into my soul, into my heart.

Now, even she seems to look at me with the rebuke of a disappointed parent Now, even she seems to look at me with the rebuke of a disappointed parent

I am alone I am alone

But when about to meet you it becomes slow to move. But when about to meet you it becomes slow to move.

The way an artist makes his masterpiece out of an empty canvas. The way an artist makes his masterpiece out of an empty canvas.

The banging door at every closure, the harsh screech of hinges and latches. The banging door at every closure, the harsh screech of hinges and latches.