Brazil - A Hostage lyrics

rate me

J'ai une ame solitare

Feels the same

Can you not see it?

Your lips are dripping poison

The feeling will last forever

The fighting is over

Won without a sound

Alone in a white room

Alone with no one

Exstacy

Constancy

Rapidly

One, Two, Three

And if I get the chance

To lead one sheep astray

I'll pull the rope with aching teeth

There's something in his eyes

The war torn streets of Paradise

How hard the code to break

Depends on what's at stake

Perpetual state of measure