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 the power of love remains,
How it feels to be born without raging chains.
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 the power of love remains,
How it feels to be born without raging chains.