sub-plot (chorus) What is this, what is this This mess of my existence is All these politics of Life and death and relevance It's my existence Another
I am solo in this world of water Only the tip of a sunrise visible Like the morning light in a little girl's eyes I crave this freedom, I find it only
I am solo in this world of water Only the tip of a sunrise visible Like the morning light in a little girl's eyes I crave this freedom I find it only
Traduction: DC Talk. Il s'agit d'une trahison à la mer.