How you spend your last evening?*
Like a ghost on your way.
High hopes in low places.
Exceed to hide of the shame.
Sinful, under your spell.
Leaving the low fields out of this hell.
Can you exit this nightmare?
Is the ghost still awake?
High hopes in low places.
Leaving the low fields, out of this hell.
Under the rays of the sun it's you're killing game.
I'm not the pain in your veins.
Sinful, under your spell.
Leaving the low fields out of this hell.
Under the rays of the sun it's you're killing game.
I'm not the pain in your veins.