Another Way

Everytime I meet someone on
some usual street
I tell him you look like your
missing someone
and if you´re not, I certainly am.

Ref.: Throwing myself from the
end of your sky,
´cause of you, but don´t know
why.
Everyone is looking for a killer of
his own.

On Sunday evening, alone in this
town, nothing to remember,
no one to care, no reason to perform
like a stranger,
even in this time

Solitude walking on every street,
no one notices,
She´s a little bit angry, I don´t
want to tell her:
ok, now I am yours

Solitude sitting near to me in the
park,
I suddenly know,
We´ve already met, I suddenly
find out that we are almost friends

Ref.: Throwing myself from the
end of your sky,
´cause of you, but don´t know
why.
Everyone is looking for a killer of
his own.

Ref.: Throwing myself from the
end of your sky,
´cause of you, but don´t know
why.
Everyone is looking for a killer of
his own.