The damned don't cry
Travelling with no destination
No place to go
Nameless towns with faceless people
No place I know
Time to close my mind and drift off
To other scenes
Lose myself in glossy pages
Dull magazines
Moments pass by, oh so slowly
Makes me lonely too
Twisting street light, in the darkness
Makes me lonely too
Ah The Damned Don't Cry
No The Damned Don't Cry
Climbing smoke climbs upward slowly
Past my trembling face
I see myself in rain soaked windows
In a different place
Single heartbeats in the dim light
Makes me lonely too
Hearing sounds of celebrations
Makes me lonely too
Visage
No place to go
Nameless towns with faceless people
No place I know
Time to close my mind and drift off
To other scenes
Lose myself in glossy pages
Dull magazines
Moments pass by, oh so slowly
Makes me lonely too
Twisting street light, in the darkness
Makes me lonely too
Ah The Damned Don't Cry
No The Damned Don't Cry
Climbing smoke climbs upward slowly
Past my trembling face
I see myself in rain soaked windows
In a different place
Single heartbeats in the dim light
Makes me lonely too
Hearing sounds of celebrations
Makes me lonely too
Visage
messor - 24. Jan, 15:45
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