Had painted white to the night so far
The clock is giving us the 12: 05
My soul is getting tired by my hand
While you're talking to a star up there
Cause nothing's easy everithing's a fight
Everywhere you're talking outta time
You think praying isn't magical
Don't think you look good when you know you are not
Oh she's so

This is the sound of her voice
Face the words
Try to close your eyes
Taken by the sound
I will go
Holding on your arm
Up into the skies

Drunken people trying to forget
Trouble kiddos crossing down tha line
Doing crack under cigarettes
I know it sound a bit tragical
Oh she's so

This is the sound of her voice
Face the words
Try to close your eyes
Taken by the sound
I will go
Holding on your arm
Up into the skies
Oh she's so

Woooah whoooah