كلمات Alter Boys

The city freed the man in me Came to call, down the street With no intentions There's no use in begging for A crucifux, An altar boy There's no use In running from The same discotheques, same crowds This thirst that I have May it never be quenched My hunger returns to me Every October's death The passion fades, but the text persists Cathedral bells, my broken wrist School of hearts: It's a beautiful one Drank a glass of tears Before I fell in love This thirst that I have May it never be quenched My hunger returns to me Every October's death