Talking to myself as I lie down and wait for the rain to wash away my thoughts
Looking outside through the window a gray landscape I see, only agony
You have to believe in me
Trust me I am not like this
Will I ever see you again
Now I face the consequence...
...as I wait the end of the autumn
Getting ready
To kill my old self just for you
Waiting for the end of the autumn
Getting ready
To kill my old self just for you
Talking to myself as I lie down and wait for the wind to come, and bring you home
You have to believe in me
Trust me I am not like this
Will I ever see you again
Now I face the consequence...
...as I wait the end of the autumn
Getting ready
To kill my old self just for you
Waiting for the end of the autumn
Getting ready
To kill my old self just for you
If I could just travel back through time and make it right
If I could just travel back through time and make it right
Waiting for the end of the autumn
Maybe I won’t be here, anymore
