I have found myself in the different world
Little box in my hand…there's just a few matches left
Sometimes rains too often, the wind's too cold
To light a fire, to warm up this night
World behind the window has no taste anymore
And my falling desire becomes just a hope
My hands will never get use to these chains of hope
I'll be free forever with your nails of love
My room has naked walls, I paint a lot…
My paintings of life, unfinished ones…
Oh baby - hurt my walls with your nails of love
Help me break the silence of naked walls
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