She lives a life
of disaster and pain.
What would she say if I told her
it’s not too late?
We left our lives
in the hands of despair.
What would you say if I told you
It’s not too late?
Change me, stain me,
never let me go.
I long for a moment
to drown in your song.
Take me, break me,
never let me go
as long as the future
keeps waiting for us.
She fears the horror
tomorrow may bring,
the slightest inkling of doubt
crawls under her skin.
Change me, stain me,
never let me go.
I long for a moment
to drown in your song.
Take me, break me,
never let me go
as long as the future
keeps waiting for us.
Pende el peso de tu pena de un hilo,
sobre las garras negras del abismo interminable;
pero aunque escuches tu voz resonar en lo profundo,
para sumergirte y guardarte en el suelo inerte,
no me sueltes... no me sueltes...