The Ivory Is Cold. Where Is My Desire

In A Cage Of Gold, Not A Trace Of Fire

Ice Cold As Ice. I`m Heading For Tomorrow

I Am Tired Of Waiting. I?l Beg And Steal And Borrow

Life Is To Short To Be Wasted

So Why Do I Sit Around

Dance On The Edge Of A Razor

Get Off The Ground And I`ll Never Return



Walk On Fighting

Don`t Look Ever Back

Walk On Fighting

Don`t You Look Back To Your Cries



The Phone It Waits In Silence. No Message Left By You

There Is No Use In Crying. I Know I`ve Been A Fool

Now It Is Too Late. No Words Left To Say

I Gotta Call It Fate, Forget And Look Away



Life Is To Short To Be Wasted

So Why Do I Sit Around

Dance On The Edge Of A Razor

Get Off The Ground And I`ll Never Return



Walk On Fighting

Don`t Look Ever Back

Walk On Fighting

Don`t You Look Back To Your Cries



Walk On Fighting...