Broken moments in time
could still shine,
but they`re getting old...
If you could see the world with my eyes,
you`d be so surprised, at what you`d know,
so, if you see my angel of light,
with her sweet wine,
could you let me know?
because I think she`s gone again.
Fatal are these moments of trust,
that please us, and who would know?
Helpless in these passions of life,
now strife won`t let me go,
so, if you see my angel of light,
with her sweet wine,
I think she needs to know...
That I`ve gone again.
I`ve really gone again.
I think I`m gone again...
...Oh so lonely