Cold, cold water...it's a cold water in which I die [slowly]. Anyway, I smile because you can't resist. One day, it'll happen, and I'll still smile with some tears running my face, tearing my mind, and me, out of place, I'll be blind. I could say billions prayers to escape, to fly away, through millions landscapes, on thousands ways, it wouldn't be enough. So cold, cold water...in this cold water, life goes easy on me, most of the time. No love, no glory, no heroe in the sky...
