: Feeling ugly, looking pretty Yellow ribbons, black graffiti Word is written, bond is broken No big secret left unspoken Sun is painted in the corner
softly, playing dead Sparks are flying in my head Sparks are flying in my head Headlights are glowing dim Silly words looking for a meaning Thinking
: Night ? little shadows run Night ? we can be as one Time for some kiss and tell Time we can live as well We will abandon shame This is another game
For what we believe If we hide Maybe we can make it through this Is it fair To be burned away? Is it fair That we live this way? Victimized For a life we didn't
: Stayin' up thru the night Black or white, no big deal Going home after dark Rolling sleeves for the kill Everything goes away Dying and coming back
, if I was a fly on the wall What you do in your room I could see it all You undress, I wish I was a fly on the wall, yeah Wish I was a fly on the wall
: Marsianskih glaz Zolotistiy blesk Zapreschennyh snov Bezopasniy seks Ya boyus' spugnut' Ili otpustit' Ya hochu molchat' I ne propustit' Otkryvat' -
the eyes There's no longer us You and me, we're silent You and me, the both of us We don't want to go on We don't sing anymore We don't sing anymore
: We're supersonic pilots stealing space and time, shot to the ground. Direct the rockets on a mission playing with the speed of sound. No gravitation
them calling behind me Phantoms of you are burning inside me You've got to give me a sign Fading slowly You're drifting into darkness I can't see, I can't
Stayin' up thru the night Black or white, no big deal Going home after dark Rolling sleeves for the kill Everything goes away Dying and coming back
We're supersonic pilots stealing space and time, shot to the ground. Direct the rockets on a mission playing with the speed of sound. No gravitation -
Night ? little shadows run Night ? we can be as one Time for some kiss and tell Time we can live as well We will abandon shame This is another game
Marsianskih glaz Zolotistiy blesk Zapreschennyh snov Bezopasniy seks Ya boyus' spugnut' Ili otpustit' Ya hochu molchat' I ne propustit' Otkryvat' -
in the eyes There's no longer us You and me, we're silent You and me, the both of us We don't want to go on We don't sing anymore We don't sing anymore
Criticized For what we believe If we hide Maybe we can make it through this Is it fair To be burned away? Is it fair That we live this way? Victimized For a life we didn't
Feeling ugly, looking pretty Yellow ribbons, black graffiti Word is written, bond is broken No big secret left unspoken Sun is painted in the corner
