Idioma Origen:
This was an accident
Not the kind where sirens sound
Never even noticed
We're suddenly crumbling
Tell me how you never felt
Delicate or innocent
Do you still have doubts that
Us having faith makes any sense
Tell me nothing ever counts
Lashing out or breaking down
Still somebody loses 'cause
There's no way to turn around
Staring at your photograph
Everything now in the past
Never felt so lonely I
Wish that you could show me love
Show me love, show me love, show me love,
Show me love, show me love
'Til you open the door
Show me love, show me love, show me
love,
Show me love, show me love,
'Til I'm up off the floor
Show me love, show me love show me love,
Show me love, show me love,
'Til it's inside my pores
Show me love, show me love, show me love,
Show me love, show me love,
'Til I'm screming for more
Random acts of mindlessness
Commonplace occurrences
Chances and surprises
Another state of consciousness
Tell me nothing ever counts
Lashing out or breaking down
Still somebody loses 'cause
There's no way to turn around
Tell me how you've never felt
Delicate or innocent
Do you still have doubts that
Us having faith makes any sense
You play games, I play tricks
Girls and girls, but you're the one
Like a game of pick-up sticks
Played by fucking lunatics
Show me love, show me love
Give me all that I want
Idioma Destino:
This was an accident
Not the kind where sirens sound
Never even noticed
We're suddenly crumbling
Tell me how you never felt
Delicate or innocent
Do you still have doubts that
Us having faith makes any sense
Tell me nothing ever counts
Lashing out or breaking down
Still somebody loses 'cause
There's no way to turn around
Staring at your photograph
Everything now in the past
Never felt so lonely I
Wish that you could show me love
Show me love, show me love, show me love,
Show me love, show me love
'Til you open the door
Show me love, show me love, show me
love,
Show me love, show me love,
'Til I'm up off the floor
Show me love, show me love show me love,
Show me love, show me love,
'Til it's inside my pores
Show me love, show me love, show me love,
Show me love, show me love,
'Til I'm screming for more
Random acts of mindlessness
Commonplace occurrences
Chances and surprises
Another state of consciousness
Tell me nothing ever counts
Lashing out or breaking down
Still somebody loses 'cause
There's no way to turn around
Tell me how you've never felt
Delicate or innocent
Do you still have doubts that
Us having faith makes any sense
You play games, I play tricks
Girls and girls, but you're the one
Like a game of pick-up sticks
Played by fucking lunatics
Show me love, show me love
Give me all that I want