Besedila: 7th Moon. Alter Alma. Land Of Rain.

Standing behind all these stoned feelings
life passes by through my eyes...

Time after time old spirits come to me
bring me those anceint dreams...

In this suburb, tears keep falling from the sky
nights that howl like hungy wolves wake me up again...
Feel the attraction, all those bright stars
shinning high, they keep burning in my land...

Years have passed, all seemed to me beauty
white thoughts are now taking form...

One big suitcase full of deep illusions
left all I had and took the flight of hope and faith...

In this suburb, tears keep falling from the sky
nights that howl like hungy wolves wake me up again...
Feel the attraction, all those bright stars
shinning high, they keep burning in my land...

Now you have what you deserve
then you spoilt your chance and now see
there's no hope try to create your own life

What you get is what you need
thousands of times I tried to convince myself...

In this suburb, tears keep falling from the sky
nights that howl like hungy wolves wake me up again...
Feel the attraction, all those bright stars
shinning high, they keep burning in my land...