The night has come and tender streetlights
Enlight snowy church
Thousand days ago you had the same thoughts
You are feel lost, without family, sinful and lonely
Clutch cold handle of majestic doors
That's time for the shadows of your life
Eyes of the angels see the tears in our palms
You're a young man with face of old man
With scarred body and soul
The nights are long, getting longer
States of depression and thoughts of suicide
Couple of perverted moments and years
The love was called drug
States of depression...
