The clear blue sea beckons me. A hard working man with cold sweat on his hands The days drag by like dead animals Why such a modest girl would sweet talk the sinners Only her father would know A cursed breath on her lips The stage was set I'm not leaving alone There's something going on Last night I know it all Routine has been killing a part of me And in this galloping machine an innocent soul sleeps Lord I believe that this could be the last one I need And in all honesty this libertine Is tired of living a goddamn catastrophe Everyone has lost someone Burnt out the ends of these lonely years Like corpses in dreams hardly dare to breathe, We're changing faces through these dusty deeds At her tender age love is an illusion As the sun dives into the ocean we follow the lights