- cifra
As I walk alone through the streets of gray
I feel special thoughts fade away again
If you see the beauty or beast that's
You are too human all the same again
Oh-oh-oh
And I recede from you
Flowers on the skull filled with buds and lies
Imbalance becomes a strain on my mind again
Communicate deliberate shy away from pain
But you are too human all the same again
Oh-oh-oh
And I recede from you
oh-oh-oh
And I recede from you
