Lonely People
Lonely people
wandering in the streets
this invisible gun
against their hearts.
Lonely people
wondering if a dream
is a gift for lucky people.
Lonely people
crying in their sleep,
stars are raining tears.
They are lonely people
trying to believe
loneliness is a beautiful gift.
And we have so much love,
so much love to give.
And we have so much love,
so much love to give.
Lonely people,
glow under their skin,
blow of broken wings.
They are lucky people
bleeding for a dream
that is a gift for lonely people.
And we have so much love,
so much love to give.
And we have so much love,
so much love to give.
Why can't we forget
the roses that fall,
the letters that burned?
Why can't we forget?
Why can't we forget
the days that are gone,
or the words unhurt?
Why can't we forget?
If we have so much love,
so much love to give.
If we have so much love,
so much love to give.