The world who sold the man

Waiting...
waiting untill
we say "here" and mean the same

Ashtray is full again
waiting for you
Glass is empty once again
I'm thirsty for your love

Listen...
listen to my heart
mouning everytime I'm far from you

and I can't help but fall asleep
to escape from loneliness
dreaming about you
fighting the world with me

Nothing matters if I am with you
face to face
in the world who sold the man
Nothing matters if you are with me
face to face
in the world who sold the man


May 2005