Throw your wishes at a stone, Whenever feeling it What has an endless sight It never cared for us Will the midnight sun ever be that black again
Take off more masquerades, Longing to be touched To be released in a way or another Try harder and everything will be blending, Then tear it down
The wine's out of your cup Don't cure a wound, No baby, That doesn't help at all
Throw your wishes at a stone, Whenever feeling it What has an endless sight It never cared for us
The wine's out of your cup Don't cure a wound, No baby, That doesn't help at all
"There's too many party people, The tough guys are even worse" Oh if it's grey one should get lost, And you should know you spell it wrong Let's bleed for the years that passed away with seasonal affective disorder Even in Midsummer