it's like a thunder without rain or like a week without sunday or like a book without a last page you want to buy you have to pay
a storm without pain without any distruction it's a good old game million pleasures but no satisfaction storm takes your desires and all expectations it would happen anyway it's the only way to lose your frustration
it's like a thunder without rain or like a week without sunday or like a book without a last page you want to buy you have to pay and you can feel without a touch and you can hear without speakers of course you'll see without tv and we will run without sneakers
red, red sky and atlantes are swimming by the same mistakes different time and different place
it's like a thunder without rain or like a week without sunday or like a book without a last page you want to buy you have to pay and you can feel without a touch and you can hear without speakers of course you'll see without tv and we will run without sneakers
one song is over another one left the more you know, the more you know you try to forget heaven and earth there will be no winner as we all are saints and we are, we are such sinners
it's like a thunder without rain or like a week without sunday or like a book without a last page you want to buy you have to pay
and you can feel without a touch and you will feel without speakers of course you'll see without tv and we will run without sneakers