The Colour You Choose Has Always Been Black
It Suits You So Well That´s What She Said
If This Enlightment I Wish You Well
You Are The Tower That Stands All Alone
But There Is No Bell

So Give Me A Reason
To See Me Through Your Eyes
Give Me A Reason
I Can Hold On To
Hold On To

Your Skin Is Pale Like A White Sheet Of Paper
Your Cold Blooded Alltime There Is No More Later
Whatever I See Reminds Me Of You

So Give Me A Reason
To See Me Through Your Eyes
Give Me A Reason
I Can Hold On To
Hold On To