Cross the bridge - go downtown
then cross your heart - and you will find
a story never told-a reason to grow old

Firescathes were torn down
And burning hearts were left inside to hear
This vicious sound
And they burn down to the ground

Still don´t know is this for real
still my heart can always heal
still don´t know is this for real
when colours they seem to fade
when I´m around




nåt gjorde jag tydligen fel.
och jag ska väl ge upp nu då.