Cure a Wound

Throw your wishes at a stone, Whenever feeling it

What has an endless sight

It never cared for us

Will the midnight sun ever be that black again

Take off more masquerades, Longing to be touched

To be released in a way or another

Try harder and everything will be blending, Then tear it down

The wine's out of your cup

Don't cure a wound, No baby, That doesn't help at all

Throw your wishes at a stone, Whenever feeling it

What has an endless sight

It never cared for us

The wine's out of your cup

Don't cure a wound, No baby, That doesn't help at all

"There's too many party people, The tough guys are even worse"

Oh if it's grey one should get lost, And you should know you spell it wrong

Let's bleed for the years that passed away

with seasonal affective disorder

Even in Midsummer