It's about to rain
The cloud gather dark in the sky
I hate sitting here in this lonely vault
Looking from my window to my ghosty thoughts
You not here yesterday
Neither are you coming home tonight
It's silent and cold in this vault
I watch the city grow into an adult
I saw love pierced through Antonio
Who is he?
Really I wish I know
Is a sad tale but truth must be told
I am lonely sweetheart
My heart is commonly searching for yours
Listen to my heartthrobs from this end
It all beat for you
Yesterday wasn't sure if you were
Now I know it's you it pump for
The true beauty from Greenland
Like the dancing dumb bells of Toscany
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