A Secret Wish

I've, I've been a victim of your love Like many before, so many before You, you strangled me with all your charms I yearned for more, I'm yearning for more I'm charging you with murder The fire of love's dying down But in the face of the verdict I'm

Chasing after passing visions Chasing after passing visions and traces buried by the tide Chasing after passing visions and traces buried by the tide hunting for the bygone picture reviving phantoms of the past hunting for a bygone picture chasing af

Motor Power - force - motion - drive Power - force - motion - drive Power - force - motion - drive Power - force - motion - drive Propaganda - On joyless lanes we walk in lines a calm but steady flow. Accompanied by loud commands our strength is runn

one box for optimism forget the world, take this break and dance the drums are stained with blood don't look at this disaster if you want my advice, take this break and dance sweet secret sense of sin sweet secret sense of rhythm sweet secret sense o

It took ten years to realize Why the angel stopped crying When you sail on down the lane Your happy smile, your funny name It's so hopeless to define When you jump to close the blinds You know I'd help you if I could but Both my arms are made of wood

Eye to eye stand winners and losers Hurt by envy, cut by greed Face to face with their own disillusion The scars of old romances still on their cheeks And when blow by blow the passion dies sweet little death Just have been lies the memories of gone

Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow- You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone?

Why does it hurt when my heart misses the beat? The man without shadow promises you the world Tell him your dreams and fanatical needs He's buying them all with cash Sell him your soul, sell him your soul, sell him your soul Never look back, never lo

1-2-3-4!! Eye to eye stand winners and losers hurt by envy, cut by greed face to face with their own disillusion the scars of old romances still on their cheeks and when blow by blow the passion dies sweet little death just have been lies the memorie