Padova کے بول

Don’t be afraid of her gun, no Don’t be tongue-tied in the cold I was lost in confusion Talked to myself so often I’m in love with the main-change It’s been that way ever since you were first slain There’s a ghost now, in my soul Trying so hard to play some rock & roll The funny thing about this old town You die so often since you first know how Another day, another name you’ll take Ain’t it funny how we make mistakes? So don’t be afraid of her gun, no Don’t be tongue-tied in the cold I’ll be fine in confusion I’ll talk to myself so often And if I try hard to know you How will I know that I know my own name? And if I try hard to know you (Will I go home now?) How will I know that I know my own name? Maybe we’ll meet in Padova