Monday morning, 6AM, I'm on the road, I'm off again, Another town, without you, Was it here, was it there, Distorted thoughts, but I don't care, Another
Traducció: Esquerra Sola. Dilluns al matí.
Beads of sweat running cold will I cry, will I fold underneath all the fears that my mind has foretold and the light is so near but I cannot be seen