I believed in you from the
second I saw you.
The purest soul I had ever
let through.
In a shuttle bus,
In a simple dream;
In the mind of a men fighting
in the steam.
You took me out and shook
my heart.
Hanged my love on a tree
to get me started.
Now you want no love;
All and all, it was a simple
bluff.
A little vacation with the
wolves.
I said to myself over a hundred
times,
Ramping in the dirt to escape
your mines,
But you blow me up !
And then shoot me down
Each time I feel that you
might be mine.
So go, run and don't trip
in your line…
'Cause from now on, things
won't be fine.
In this world of hate
We are always too late
