I’m waiting on the corner
When you come to me
I’m crying I’m trying
To explain my fears
I’m thinking that I’m dying
But it never happened to me
I’m turning I’m burning
Put your hands on me
I’m waiting on the daytime
When the night is falling down
I’m searching in the city
For the perfect crime
I’m calling the police man
But he doesn’t hear me
When he listens to my story
He goes crazy
Tears
Rolling down on my face again
Your tears
Rolling down on my hands
Your heart
Beating under my skin
Your voice
Whispering inside me
Your tears
Rolling down on my face again
Your tears
Rolling down on my hands
Your heart
Beating under my skin
Your voice
Whispering inside me
Whispering inside me