Idioma Origen:
Blinded by the tears I shed while
Pricking my soul with needles
From out your eye
Can't imagine it's too late
I could have seen it coming, now I realize
It's not what it should be
Drowning in my memories
I'm drowning, I'm living in my darkside
My darkside home light is painting shadows where I used to go
My darkside home paper boats on water carrying all my hope
What is it you want, what is it you need?
Your steps through my door won't tell me indeed
Out in the porch I see the path you take is fading
In front of me
It's not what it should be
Blurred edges all around me
I'm drowing, I'm living in my darkside
My darkside home light is painting shadows where I used to go
My darkside home paper boats on water carrying all my hope
It's not what it should be drowning in my memories
My darkside home light is painting shadows where I used to go
My darkside home paper boats on water carrying all my hope
Idioma Destino:
Blinded by the tears I shed while
Pricking my soul with needles
From out your eye
Can't imagine it's too late
I could have seen it coming, now I realize
It's not what it should be
Drowning in my memories
I'm drowning, I'm living in my darkside
My darkside home light is painting shadows where I used to go
My darkside home paper boats on water carrying all my hope
What is it you want, what is it you need?
Your steps through my door won't tell me indeed
Out in the porch I see the path you take is fading
In front of me
It's not what it should be
Blurred edges all around me
I'm drowing, I'm living in my darkside
My darkside home light is painting shadows where I used to go
My darkside home paper boats on water carrying all my hope
It's not what it should be drowning in my memories
My darkside home light is painting shadows where I used to go
My darkside home paper boats on water carrying all my hope