A cold night, an unofficial light.
Get closer, allow whisper chime,
The tireless clock, in one space, suffers
Torture, call it a wide fissure
All the people
Stuck in the street.
Between pretense and sincerity.
Calling somewhere, trying to escape the past
I'm qualified when I'm satisfied
I'm paralyzed, pushed myself too hard
From the unknown past,
I was obsessed with something
Before you were frozen
I won't forget this cold night
All the people
Stuck in the street.
Between pretense and sincerity.
Calling somewhere, trying to escape the past
All the people
Stuck in the street.
Between pretense and sincerity.
Calling somewhere, trying to escape the past