Idioma Origen:
I called you on the telephone ´cause I was lonely
I called you up just to hear your
Your eyes I know are a cold, cold blue
Pale whit skin dead like a mannequin
Seem to fade
Looking and not wanting to come up to date
Like a broken clock
The hand is still
Through the pain I was watching as sound hit my ears
We don´t fit anymore
We don´t fit anymore
Not the same
Not the same
Not the same, same, same
Ripped up in the shadows
Over and over again
I remember before as your mouth
It touched my face
Small hands grabbing me
Trapped in my thoughts
You repeating like a machine gun
Phantasmagoria
The times pelting me
Pelting me
Ripped up in the shadows
Over and over again
Over and over again
Over and over again
Idioma Destino:
I called you on the telephone ´cause I was lonely
I called you up just to hear your
Your eyes I know are a cold, cold blue
Pale whit skin dead like a mannequin
Seem to fade
Looking and not wanting to come up to date
Like a broken clock
The hand is still
Through the pain I was watching as sound hit my ears
We don´t fit anymore
We don´t fit anymore
Not the same
Not the same
Not the same, same, same
Ripped up in the shadows
Over and over again
I remember before as your mouth
It touched my face
Small hands grabbing me
Trapped in my thoughts
You repeating like a machine gun
Phantasmagoria
The times pelting me
Pelting me
Ripped up in the shadows
Over and over again
Over and over again
Over and over again