Letras
I know her well
She cannot see, yet I hear her thoughts
What she wants to be
Hand on my back, she's following me
Over the lands and over the sea
Night after night she cries on the stage
There goes the night and here comes the day
Closing her door, that no one could see
The night after night, she's following me
Save me from her sore eyes
Looking at me when I sleep
Save me from her cold eyes
From her weeping and from my guilt
I know her well, all of us do
Always a lie, oh for once it is true
Leaning on me instead of leaning on you
The queen of the class is uncomfortably blue
Wants to be near but there's nothing to give
She lost her joy, she's an expert in grief
I wish she could hear what her eyes would not see
But I must stay away to keep myself free
Save me from her sore eyes
Looking at me when I sleep
Save me from her cold eyes
From her weeping and from my guilt
And from my guilt