the need to know gives a strange reaction
the need to know kills my soul, my passion
when will I know, just how far this goes
I feel the glow of a man whose tasted woe

fail each time, strong in mind
turn each page that you wrote
now and then you´ll se me there always pale
whit despair

the safe release bears no threat or danger
the tide is weak, but may welcome stranges
this joy it seems maybe just a dream
a soul unclear, like a man whose tasted woe

fail each time, strong in mind
turn each page that you wrote
now and then you´ll see me there always pale
whit despair