tell me that I'll denay the fact
that nowhere is my place
and try, like in those good, old time,
to paint the smile on my face
come on, play the guitar for me
you know how I like your voice
and tell me that life is still alive
and there is a choice
tell me that I mean something to you
just something, just paltry thing
tell me I have a reason to live
tell me I have a reason to sing
I want you to tell me
that all the doors have a key
I want you to tell me again
that you want to wake up beside me