The car's engine revving in,
the paint getting gloomy.
The neighborhood chilly, the park empty.
The masked faces bestowing upon,
The might of thunder rumbling.
Justifying the innocence of dead,
the hearts unbalanced.
In vain, I expect to return.
The car's engine revving in,
the paint getting gloomy.
The neighborhood chilly, the park empty.
The masked faces bestowing upon,
The might of thunder rumbling.
Justifying the innocence of dead,
the hearts unbalanced.
In vain, I expect to return.