Too many flames, with too much to burn
and life's only made of paper
Oh, how I need to be free of this pain
but it goes over, and over, and over, and over again

Yeah, sometimes I cry for the lost and alone
and for their dreams that will all be ashes
But lately I feel like I'm just gonna rain
and it goes over, and over, and over, and over again

(Over)
(Over)
 

Colaboração: Fábio de Castro E-Mail: fcp@sercomtel.com.br Home Page: http://worldtech.cbj.net