Dring

(альбом: Cruzential - 1996)

Once I was taught to fly
But someone kept me in his eye
My wings were burnt and for a while I cried
But now I'm in the air again
And headed for a better when
To land upon a closer friend again

I drew my own world in every sky
In few and cruel words you passed me by

It took me years to concentrate on anything or any fate
But the one I found in hate for you
You tangoed down till you were sore
A bottled leaked and many more...
I picked you from a frozen floor again

I wish I could have done whatever I felt
Just to pull a loaded gun from my belt and blow it in your mouth...
Blow it in your mouth...

Let me go... I'll make it better on my own
Let me go... I may just break a few bones
Let me go... I ask you to let me go
And just let me flow

You die in every dream I have, but I still wake up
It may be you that made me dring...
I dring... I dring...

Let me go... I'll make it better on my own
Let me go... I may just break a few bones
Let me go... I ask you to let me go
And just let it flow