Crime

(Pit Passarell, Yves Passarell)

Late in the night

I walk alone and thousand pictures

Are flying in my mind

And all my steps

It's like the beating of my passion

Exploding in my heart

Always ready to run through the life

I never throw, never throw my time away

Say that it's a crime

Take me off the line

Qive me what I need

Another night

I'm ready to begin again

Sometimes it's faked

When our hearts can't find the feelings

We're trying to forget

Sometimes your fate

It's not the same what you believe in

You just can't runaway