I sleep alone here in my bed and i'm waiting the moment to sleep again i'm sleep lonely, in my bed flowers only.
the night it's wicked way alone as i think about what can never be felt again i'm living lonely and my bed it's so sensual.
waiting baby ... waiting until it doesn't make any sense for you the alternation of day and night laughter and tears joy and pain from childhood to old age
waiting baby .... waiting until between light and dark there won't be differences and your fears will become those of others Future obsessions will belong to others and your silence will be life as your first moan as your first cry waiting other worlds that may come waiting other dawns, a new life
I sleep alone here in my bed and i'm waiting the same moment and i'm waiting the faith i'm living lonely in a bed flowers only.
your smile is suffering in my head petals in my broken fingers on my bed flowers black I sleep alone… Goodbye... my little lonely.