BLIND ALLEY Crayons show the dreams, and kids we all have been, but illusions turned to steam, as we learned that life is mean. Alley, we're walking on blind alley, Where we have to surrender pretending to be live. Distress learns to rise. No worth and no price has a human life. There are living lies, but pleasure dies. Alley, we're walking on blind alley, Where we have to surrender pretending to be live. Visions falling straight to pieces, so we wait for our sad and battered fate. No hope, no cope, too late, too late. Alley, we're walking on blind alley, Where we have to surrender pretending to be live. Alley, we're walking on blind alley, Where we have to surrender pretending to be live. <<< Zurück