I Believe - Aking

The clear blue sea beckons me

A hard working man with cold sweat on his hands

The days drag by like dead animals

Why such a modest girl would sweet talk the sinners

Only her father would know

A cursed breath on her lips

The stage was set

I’m not leaving alone

There’s something going on

Last night I know it all

Routine has been killing a part of me

And in this galloping machine an innocent soul sleeps

Lord I believe that this could be the last one I need

And in all honesty this libertine

Is tired of living a goddamn catastrophe

Everyone has lost someone

Burnt out the ends of these lonely years

Like corpses in dreams hardly dare to breathe

We’re changing faces through these dusty deeds

At her tender age love is an illusion

As the sun dives into the ocean we follow the lights