Lyrics

Farther along, you and victims of the night, caught here alone in the absence of you, my dear / Maybe not some, maybe I would be on the learning curve into the table of contents / One that you will always win if you try / What kind of nerve brings me back trying to see my way out / Listening to what I did say, only until / Trying to hide into your arms, maybe not so personal with all her charms / Maybe I don't always say what I feel / Maybe you don't always show me what is real but I hope that we can be when this ends here