Talking to pretend

 

I have no time to be alone,

Much pressure in my soul,

Your boring games and midnight calls,

Are full of empty words

 

From time to time I see your trace

And thatís no more then a case

And day by day I see no space

Where I can touch your praise

 

Well, thatís the world that I can see

And share the solid end

Thatís only rain that I could feel

Whichís talking to pretend.

 

Talking to pretend

Talking to pretend