كلمات 1792 And The Head Falls

It's getting hard, it's getting cold Keep walking through the city I suffer well with all my doubts that drop on me some pity Did I get it wrong this time I feel the haze tread on me I'm the yellow leaf that's dirty Since '99 ,since '98 the one to point as guilty Did I get it wrong this time 'Till my tears fall hot on you I will stare and beg all the time I will drop a curse on the flame That is burning, that is burning me tonight And I've got this pic of you Through the letters that you denied That reminds me of so much pain That is wasting, that is wasting me inside 1792 and the head falls I was the king, I was the king but no longer You cut me off from your heart and it hurts now You cut me off from your heart and I fall now