Gli album più attesi alla fine dell'estate: da Ligabue a Vasco
There has been times, even I didn't care. And it wouldn't even matter if no one else was there. And trust was just a word; I was far from despair. Now it's broken trust for my fragile faith to bare. And now I know it's not you to blame. Yeah I really know, it's not you I have to blame. Sitting here in a hole, the sky's lit so dimly. My mind is spinning confusion, my spine is both hot and cold. This hole is dark and wet now, it's here I dwell with betrayal. I'm lying face down in the mud, will someone please pick me up?