Three o’clock In the morning
And no place to hide or escape.
Tonight I’ll run away from myself
As far as I can
Away from my private ghetto in my mind.
Empty streets are calling,
Go there and look for someone
Who cares about you.
Good luck in wasting your time!
It’s impossible to find justice,
Today’s world wanna see you trapped
In your private ghetto.
Blind angels drinking wine in your honor.
So what?
You’re lost anyway.
No1 will cry when I’ll be gone,
No1 will know,
What happends inside me today.
C’mon with me
To my private ghetto.
I’ll show ya my truth.
C’mon and feel,
What I feel.
C’mon baby
Don’t be afraid.
You have your private ghetto to,
And you never will escape.
C’mon, c’mon,
Run away today.
Today
Wash this world away.
Now you’ll stay with me
In our private ghetto.
- Mood:
High - Listening to: Tears for Fears - Mad World
- Drinking: Orange Juice