Streets of Pain

Streets of pain
Corridors of neverending rain.
Where to go?
Running fast or burn in slow-mo —
Will I ever know
How it feels,
How it tastes,
When love...
When love rains,
When power of love remains.

Lost and found,
I am walking on water,
I am chasing that sweet,
Sweet ground.
My sweet sugar,
My lovely pound,
My love always strikes in surround —
Like moth to the flaming sound.
Sometimes I don't wanna be found.

Streets of pain
Corridors of neverending rain.
Where to go when all lights irresistibly glow?
Running fast or burn in slow-mo —
Will I ever know
How it feels,
How it tastes,
When love...
When love rains,
When power of love remains.

Streets of pain
Corridors of neverending rain.
Where to go when all lights irresistibly glow?
Running fast or burn in slow-mo —
Will I ever know
How it feels,
How it tastes,
When love...
When love rains,
When power of love remains,
When nothing is left to explain.

Streets of pain.
My streets of pain.
Your streets of pain.
Will I ever know
How it feels,
How it tastes,
When only power of love remains,
When nothing…
Nothing is left
To explain…

Bonus:

HP 5202