I'm Sorry

And you're here, with a storm in your mind, an ocean of words, again, I listen you, but I need another life, a different thing, a different way And my beautiful hands on your skin are like a child without toys... ...I'M SORRY IF i'M SPECIAL MAN, AND IF MY WORLD IS A TRANSPARENT SPHERE, AND YOU KNOW; I NEED DROPS FOR MY HEART, DROPS OF A PASSIONAL LOGIC, ALL FOR ME... To play and play, with notes on my life, I go on my street in this way; and the fear is a benevolent lover, an exciting colour, now... And my beautiful hands on your skin are like a child without toys... ...I'M SORRY IF i'M SPECIAL MAN, AND IF MY WORLD IS A TRANSPARENT SPHERE, AND YOU KNOW; I NEED DROPS FOR MY HEART, DROPS OF A PASSIONAL LOGIC, ALL FOR ME...