- cifra
Wall eyes
Ceiling felt too high
Nights were falling down skies
Was no look in the eyes
Subtle moments of past
What a wondering time
Come back
Swallowed over the stage
Turning into the rage
Wondering what forced the age
Towards tomorrow
Come back
Come back
Was wild and unsure
And naked and pure
Come back
Turning into the fear
Never something was here
Turning over my mind
Jumping on tenuous time
Come back
Come back
Moments of faith
Turning out late
Come back
Leaning over the stairs
Trying to see what's there
Or does anyone care?
Ominous state
Come back
Come back
Neighboring love
Won't stay in the home
Come back
Come back
Come back
Moments of fire
Can turn the car on back home
