Burning hope
You showed me your door
now I wonder what for?
I was knocking, waiting.
Maybe you went out the backdoor?
Maybe the key is burning in your hand?
But here the hope is burning
holes in me.
Burning hope
You showed me your door
now I wonder what for?
I was knocking, waiting.
Maybe you went out the backdoor?
Maybe the key is burning in your hand?
But here the hope is burning
holes in me.