How do I know, how do I know where is the wound?
How do I know, how do I know if I held the knife?
And where do I go, where do I go so it can be healed?
So I know it can heal
A dear smile use to lit up the absence of warm
And tears soak the piercing silence
As if it were a mistake to be honest
As if the truth was the coldness
And as if truth was the knife
It only can be just ironic
That honesty came with the coldest of all breezes
Don't let warm leave us
I shall fight (Fight) hell for you (Hell for us)
Even if I'm bleeding too
And tears soak the piercing silence
As if it were a mistake to be honest
As if the truth was the coldness
And as if truth was the knife
It only can be tragic and nothing but tragic
And tears soak the piercing silence