I’m waiting on the corner When you come to me I’m crying I’m trying To explain my fears I’m thinking that I’m dying But it never happened to me I’m turning I’m burning Put your hands on me
I’m waiting on the daytime When the night is falling down I’m searching in the city For the perfect crime I’m calling the police man But he doesn’t hear me When he listens to my story He goes crazy
Tears Rolling down on my face again Your tears Rolling down on my hands Your heart Beating under my skin Your voice Whispering inside me
Your Tears Rolling down on my face again Your tears Rolling down on my hands Your heart Beating under my skin Your voice Whispering inside me Whispering inside me...