Testi:
Quorthon

Standing on the balcony, trembling like a friggin' leaf Its freezin' cold I must be mad its 4AM and gettin' really f*ckin' bad There's an end to everything

You're running at too great a pace You're hurruing way too fast these days I wish there was a way that i could turn back time and then set off a new

Listen I may well I hear what you're sayin' But you know we're not the bread & butter Anymore these days everything's changed there's no use in arrangin

I was way off track from start I judged everything by my damned heart I walked unprotected 'gainst the blows How was I suppose to really know When you

We just never seem to keep a single promise that we make We just never seem to mean a single word of what we say I just can not believe in the very well

I'm not made perfect I don't know everything From time to time my mind is on the virtual brink I've had my moments when I've prepared for all I've even

I have drunk my head all weary I've been wild in search for fun A lot of dates and names and places Great deal of women I have known But as I sit here

Hear me say it's ok there just is no other way I believe and strongly feel some things just aren't meant to be All the time in our lives something somewhere

As I'm sitting out here basking looking up into the sky Well, I'm amazed How it all just hangs together I watch the clouds slowly float fly Well, ain