Pompeya - 90

When the love is too low and you want it back
With rose in a hand, doubt in the heart
My wheels on a tow and I go alone
Baby you should know without you I'm gone

Put the lights on
This is my home
Place, where I own
Memories of you, dear
Haunting your eyes
Closed in disguise
I'm mesmerized
Memories of you, dear

I saw moon is a human invader
And it power grew wider
So we both must be a little wiser
To doing something to quiet her