Scornful looks that he shoots at the world
Are just a weak facade for his own fears
He walks on by, carefully
Afraid of the thousand eyes that no one can see
Silent hours, lonesome days
Forgetful nights, A quiet place
Where are you going buck?
Youthful land of Lady Luck
......
Scornful looks that he shoots at the world
Are just a weak facade for his own fears
He walks on by, carefully
Afraid of the thousand eyes that no one can see
Silent hours, lonesome days
Forgetful nights, A quiet place
Where are you going buck?
Youthful land of Lady Luck
......