Dim lights in empty shapes Smiles washed by the rain People just fade away Past times escape this place Feelings like cords in landscapes Pending in passageways And it's getting cold inside Failed in the taste of life Deceiving time And it's getting cold inside Failed in tasting life Walking in dusty roads Slow steps, just wasting time Senses in heavy coats Confined, waiting in line Hiding his queer modes Pretending he's doing fine But it's getting cold inside Failed in the taste of life Deceiving time But it's getting cold inside Failed in tasting life Desires behind the door Covered with concrete blocks Counting tiles on the floor Red lips that never talk Changes not any more Caged in a broken clock And it's getting cold