When the first joints of all the metal collides | |
Cover up your precious eyes and stand to the side | |
The sound is over now | |
You cant hear anymore singing | |
The gold that you hold | |
And from which you made your ring | |
The road is still looking broken | |
You made your own kind of map | |
I saw you leave your bike in the ocean | |
You let your transport rust | |
Ive gone and gave my life to you | |
You have my eyes now | |
Wo x11 |