Текст песни Houston May Cry

Critical signals come over our heads And we can try to understand the words we say each other But in lessons of my life I vomit hate and in your eyes the loneliness Behind the doorways in the days we fell apart Rage against this white high wall becomes red on my hands In the sunshine Go gotta go! there's a world outside is waiting for us, so take your part in this! we have to go! This time I don't mind! Gotta go! I'll take my time to respect your blind minds But anytime I'll try I'll find myself inside your eyes ..Rage against this white high wall becomes red on my hands Go gotta go! there's a world outside is waiting for us, so take your part in this! we have to go! This time I don't mind! Gotta go!