Get on the turskish line
you've never written
a diamond under my door
I'm trought this door
sometimes it closes my eyes
sometimes it comes on time
some lies were hidden
the sun shines
in the son's heart
then flows the hat,
then grows the red carpet

I wasn't ready to be loved
by you.

Almost a year ago,dreamin'
alive, pushing those pills around
I was dead, I was dead
climbing that road
my grave is there
my eyes are swamp again

Wasn't ready to be loved
by you.