Compulsion
Torn through a faded sky
Sunk smoothly
Your faded smile
I know why
I'll bet you think that this is goodbye
Frail fragrance of compulsion
Dark seeds of indignation and
Fascination
I said to always thank what I've done
Confused where frightened hopes lie
Let loose when silent dreams die
I know why
I never meant to break down and cry
I know why
I'll bet you think that this is goodbye
Autor(es): O'NEILL, DAMIEN
