Its coming the storm I am hidden underneath the wings There is a weakness outside And more strength inside of me When I walk at midnight You don't know where I'm building my place When the death is calling out
Is still not the best part You don't mind what I'm wondering There is a illness outside And more cure inside of me When I walk on midnight An Angel is flying above my head When the death is calling out
I think it doesn't matter
When I walk on midnight An Angel is flying above my head When the death is calling out
I think it doesn't matter
Everyone, every time Every kind of people Nothing is good, is confused I can treat myself
