Why can't I be more like you? I've been chasing myself. So God turn away from me. Turn around from me. I think I'm hanging by a thread again. I think
She walks alone on the brick lane, the breeze is blowing. A year had changed her forever, just like her gray home. He used to live so close here,
glory night Where the children of tomorrow dream away in the wind of change Walking down the street Distant memories Are buried in the past forever I
Pain still remains, redirect this change, release all the rage, that's in me Mind screams to me, useless memories, brings me to my knees, no release
change Walking down the street Distant memories Are buried in the past, forever I follow the Moskwa Down to Gorky Park Listening to the wind of change
She walks alone on the brick lane, A year had changed her forever, the breeze is blowing. He used to live so close here, just like her grey home. we'd
bed again, the memory was too tragic, looked up and screamed goodbye, you wouldnt be present at the wake, in your casket, now you ask if things change
the endless halls Come walk with me through the valley of eternity In passion I see the light Am I the one only the mirror sees? A distant calling Lost in memories
of change Walking down the street Distant memories Are buried in the past forever I folow the Moskva Down to Gorky Park Blowing with the wind of change
from the beginning There will be un-changeable love Lost in the view of the changing street People who passes by Now has a distant feeling When
change Walking down the street Distant memories Are buried in the past forever I follow the Moskva Down to Gorky Park Listening to the wind of change
again The memory was too tragic, looked up and screamed goodbye Knew you wouldn't be present at the wake, in your casket Now your askin' things change
that moment it was long before today and still I haven't said the things I need to say . To turn from anger and temptation is just a distant memory
