Twenty years after my love became your master My shame became your midle name And you can't feel the same, the same, the same.
Twenty years after. We're made of dirt and plaster The days are passing faster And each day is just a small desaster
Twenty years after your fear became a monster It just became my only name And I can still feel the shame the same
Twenty years after Sinatra dressed in gold. Was doing just what he's been told And we're still young an he is getting old.
Nothing makes us fall apart. And nothing makes this crack in you. Nothing makes you break your heart. And nothing makes you feel it too. Golem, I feel it's getting me Deeper than i need Golem, and it's calling My name, and he is me