A silent cry from the past we used to know
Gentle the words that echo to our minds
A well of secrets where little should be known
Lying to protect the one that cry

Forget the promises, what, your own
Before it's too late

I hear the noises like a ghost from another time
A straight street at night
I wake up with the scars on my mind
Woah

When darkness fall upon your sacred little truth
Only the bravest of the fair
This world of strangers who live yourself do well
Guiding us from heaven to hell

Forget the promises
And make up your mind
It's almost too late

I hear the noises like a ghost from another time
A straight street at night
I cry hard for a heart that is cold, oh
I'd see the faces with the eyes that are blind
Through my souls at night
I wake up with the scars on my mind
Oh

I hear the noises like a ghost from another time
A straight street at night
I cry hard for a heart that is cold, oh
I'd see the faces with the eyes that are blind
Through my souls at night
I wake up with the scars on my mind
Oh