Just hire me up to comfort you
to dry the flow of your tears
to hear all your bitter words
could ever any human hears.

You hire me up to pour the wine
in christal glass on the dirty floor,
to keep you smile. The night is shine,
but its just you have lost your glow.

So hire me up... to make a deal:
your pretty sins against your fears!
No credit left for you to feel -
no promises, no deals, no tears...

29.04.2012