Youre telling me that I was wrong But you cant realize Thats a cheap disguise To sell our days Everytime I look at you I see our innocence Killed by your strict glance Im telling you lies Thats the way that I try To save the things that we owned Cause you would never allow To be honest no more Dead words in my aching head Thats what you have left And you call them facts Well thank you dear Just put me to another test! I promise I will fail So you think youll prevail Tell that we can be we can be more than this That we can find we can find our lost dim bliss Theres almost nothing almost nothing left to save Just tell that we can we can be more than this
almost, telling, strict, thats, save