Pictures of an image of a person who could not be blamed

You are a colour and you are a number

We need a sanction to see one another

If I keep my distance in the season of this slender hell

It's because of the need to live off one another

Go home young offender and stay undercover



We're busy running out of time

(Whatever it takes, I will make you mine)

I'll take the future from your hands

(All the things I've ever had, I can make the perfect crime)



We're strong, we do our thing

Let the world cry, watch the birds sing

Give me the freedom, I need to recover

Words cannot heal, when a line is your lover



Wind howls in my chamber like an angel

(like an angel)

You are a colour and you are a number

Go home young offender and stay undercover