When this tone blows may.. in the corner
I don’t know anymore other trust
The darkness that sins like a blinkin of ..
That these other day turning to dust
When the desperatea house lying like in bush
Those moment high race for your touch
‘cause i hate you
And the .. long and the sorrow
Telling sorries no one we hear
And the voice ..head on the stage
Hidin the truth unrevealing the fear
..eyes on my ..
..may .. knees you
When the day is done
..we’re having like children share
While the rest of the .. checking
There’s o thing blocking the air ..continue
So we ..wash make it aware
When The Day Is Done