This unconditional love,
It's full of conditions.
This fear that winds you up,
Awaiting his decision.
The prayer on your tongue,
Your colourful little lie.
The questions you can't answer,
Yet, you're waiting to die.
The world in the clouds,
It never could be true.
If paradise does not exist,
Whatever will you do?
It's full of conditions.
This fear that winds you up,
Awaiting his decision.
The prayer on your tongue,
Your colourful little lie.
The questions you can't answer,
Yet, you're waiting to die.
The world in the clouds,
It never could be true.
If paradise does not exist,
Whatever will you do?
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