White robe
Feeling ugly, looking prettyYellow ribbons, black graffitiWord is written, bond is brokenNo bis secret left unspokenSun is painted in the cornerBut it's never getting warmerAll the lies they keep on sellingBut you never check the spelling
Flying bulletsHit the targetsWings and halosFive to sevenIn this white robeThrough the darknessParagladingBack to heaven
Flying bulletsHit the targetsWings and halosFive to sevenIn this white robeThrough the darknessParagladingBack to heaven
Time is running, we are sittingBack together just for splittingYou are crying in the cornerAlways next and never formerOpen up and let me hear itFormer body, future spiritBrain is used the chair is rockingOpen doors for dead man walking
Flying bulletsHit the targetsWings and halosFive to sevenIn this white robeThrough the darknessParagladingBack to heaven
Flying bulletsHit the targetsWings and halosFive to sevenIn this white robeThrough the darknessParagladingBack to heaven