Even if I am tempted I won´t apologize to you. | |
Those torn-out pages in my agenda are a few too many. | |
I´ve started to count backwards and now | |
I´m almost halfway through, | |
but I fear that I never will get to zero. | |
So, now I say «Oh, won't the sun rise over me». | |
All I say is; «Oh, won´t the sun...». | |
Even if I am tempted, I won´t apologize to you. | |
You´ve got some tender arms to enfold you | |
and still you´re spiteful. | |
My soul is far from redemption, | |
I must submit to what I´ve done | |
and it´s to late for me now to beg for mercy. | |
In that moment when I die, | |
long before my heart decides to, | |
Will I be whiped-out, erased? | |
No, you will never see me surrender, | |
I´m gonna keep my head held high | |
and I know now in whom I can trust; nobody. | |
So, now I say; «Oh, won´t the sun rise over me». | |
All I say is; «Oh, won´t the sun...» | |
All i´m saying is; «Oh, won´t the sun rise just for me». | |
All I´m begging is... It got visual, didn´t it? | |
It gets visible, well doesn´t it? | |
It gets much too much, doesn´t it? | |
And, so it has to end. |
Even if I am tempted I won t apologize to you. | |
Those tornout pages in my agenda are a few too many. | |
I ve started to count backwards and now | |
I m almost halfway through, | |
but I fear that I never will get to zero. | |
So, now I say Oh, won' t the sun rise over me. | |
All I say is Oh, won t the sun.... | |
Even if I am tempted, I won t apologize to you. | |
You ve got some tender arms to enfold you | |
and still you re spiteful. | |
My soul is far from redemption, | |
I must submit to what I ve done | |
and it s to late for me now to beg for mercy. | |
In that moment when I die, | |
long before my heart decides to, | |
Will I be whipedout, erased? | |
No, you will never see me surrender, | |
I m gonna keep my head held high | |
and I know now in whom I can trust nobody. | |
So, now I say Oh, won t the sun rise over me. | |
All I say is Oh, won t the sun... | |
All i m saying is Oh, won t the sun rise just for me. | |
All I m begging is... It got visual, didn t it? | |
It gets visible, well doesn t it? | |
It gets much too much, doesn t it? | |
And, so it has to end. |
Even if I am tempted I won t apologize to you. | |
Those tornout pages in my agenda are a few too many. | |
I ve started to count backwards and now | |
I m almost halfway through, | |
but I fear that I never will get to zero. | |
So, now I say Oh, won' t the sun rise over me. | |
All I say is Oh, won t the sun.... | |
Even if I am tempted, I won t apologize to you. | |
You ve got some tender arms to enfold you | |
and still you re spiteful. | |
My soul is far from redemption, | |
I must submit to what I ve done | |
and it s to late for me now to beg for mercy. | |
In that moment when I die, | |
long before my heart decides to, | |
Will I be whipedout, erased? | |
No, you will never see me surrender, | |
I m gonna keep my head held high | |
and I know now in whom I can trust nobody. | |
So, now I say Oh, won t the sun rise over me. | |
All I say is Oh, won t the sun... | |
All i m saying is Oh, won t the sun rise just for me. | |
All I m begging is... It got visual, didn t it? | |
It gets visible, well doesn t it? | |
It gets much too much, doesn t it? | |
And, so it has to end. |