If you hold promises out of your heart
smiling you, poison and watching you turning disgust that’s remained in your
heart (?).
In your heart.
In a world we believe that,
in a world we forgive that,
we are lost, we are lost into roads to come back,
come back home.
We die hard 'cause we never forget who we are
born and grew up on the dust and among the waves that separate out from your
earth,
from your earth.
In a world we believe that,
in a world we forgive that,
we are lost, we are lost into roads to come back,
come back home.
In a world we believe that,
in a world we forgive that,
we are lost, we are lost into roads to come back,
come back home.
Come back home.
In this world, a promise is made of words
a promise is broken, my words, everything will foverer return in your eyes.