| Song | Thief |
| Artist | Camouflage |
| Album | Sensor |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Waiting´s over, | |
| feel it in my blood and in my veins, | |
| all the pleasure and the pain, | |
| is coming back again. | |
| Shine a little shine on me | |
| from within I know that | |
| life´s making me a make-believe. | |
| Like a little devotion, | |
| hidden somewhere, | |
| like a thief is waiting for the night. | |
| Like a precious emotion, | |
| coercing somehow, | |
| like a thief is waiting for the night. | |
| Words unspoken, | |
| floating from your mind into your brain, | |
| all that reason, | |
| all insane | |
| drives you on again. | |
| Like a little devotion, | |
| hidden somewhere, | |
| like a thief is waiting for the night. | |
| Like a precious emotion, | |
| coercing somehow, | |
| like a thief is waiting for the night. |
| Waiting s over, | |
| feel it in my blood and in my veins, | |
| all the pleasure and the pain, | |
| is coming back again. | |
| Shine a little shine on me | |
| from within I know that | |
| life s making me a makebelieve. | |
| Like a little devotion, | |
| hidden somewhere, | |
| like a thief is waiting for the night. | |
| Like a precious emotion, | |
| coercing somehow, | |
| like a thief is waiting for the night. | |
| Words unspoken, | |
| floating from your mind into your brain, | |
| all that reason, | |
| all insane | |
| drives you on again. | |
| Like a little devotion, | |
| hidden somewhere, | |
| like a thief is waiting for the night. | |
| Like a precious emotion, | |
| coercing somehow, | |
| like a thief is waiting for the night. |
| Waiting s over, | |
| feel it in my blood and in my veins, | |
| all the pleasure and the pain, | |
| is coming back again. | |
| Shine a little shine on me | |
| from within I know that | |
| life s making me a makebelieve. | |
| Like a little devotion, | |
| hidden somewhere, | |
| like a thief is waiting for the night. | |
| Like a precious emotion, | |
| coercing somehow, | |
| like a thief is waiting for the night. | |
| Words unspoken, | |
| floating from your mind into your brain, | |
| all that reason, | |
| all insane | |
| drives you on again. | |
| Like a little devotion, | |
| hidden somewhere, | |
| like a thief is waiting for the night. | |
| Like a precious emotion, | |
| coercing somehow, | |
| like a thief is waiting for the night. |