Beautiful, honest Flashing lights Sweet heart But strong feelings And the door is always locked But there are ways to get in Like a thin line of smoke That goes under the floor Taking over the place Running so slow A poison in my veins The last scene of show Like judgment of Sócrates The cup of death in your hands Maybe a cocktail of regrets Who can say for sure? Taking over the place Running so slow A poison in my veins The last scene of show Like judgment of Sócrates The cup of death in your hands Maybe a cocktail of regrets Who can say for sure? Beautiful, honest Flashing lights Sweet heart But strong feelings And the door is always locked But there are ways to get in Like a thin line of smoke That goes under the floor Taking over the place Running so slow A poison in my veins The last scene of show Like judgment of Sócrates The cup of death in your hands Maybe a cocktail of regrets Who can say for sure? Beautiful But strong Feelings