I have to go

By watching you

I spent my time

For the solid of the pleasure


And, stay with me

Colour of gray

There's a styl

What is driving television


This kind of dreams  

Driving my way

Until my day

Will be waited for depresion


You feel my skin

Stripping off me

Your soaking eyes

Will remind me all my visions




Into the night

This is my secret voice

I can be here

Only just for a law

Take up the rule

Never turning to stone

Some way to die

I say you take me home



The TRIAL  / SP  / 1992