Stranger in the city

Falling on the race

Begging you to come into your private place

Breathing in the city

Feeling always trapped

Used to stuff my brain with some dust

Burning all the hedges

Feeling insecure

Holding all your beauty in your stone my stone

When sensitivity turns into aggression

I will should be there

When sensitivity turns into aggression

I will should be there

Standing in the archway

The traffic light burns

Blending all your beauty in my private thoughts

Breathing in the city

Drink to be me

I destroy myself in my free time

And I was strange again

And I was burned inside

When sensitivity turns into aggression

I will should be there

When sensitivity turns into aggression

I will should be there

When sensitivity turns into aggression

I will should be there

You'll be there

You'll be there

You'll be there

Always there

Always there