- cifra
Space
The only thing I ever knew
Place
With the time I know I'll have to choose, no
Stay beneath the ground
Hide away from you
I sink into the crowd
If it meant that I'd escape your eye
Hate
The only thing I give to you
Now
Face me
If you think you can take another route
Out
I let my sight be slayed
If it meant that I could form a view
I found another way
To caress my day