Besedila: Black. Here It Comes Again.

Here we are,
between the towers of
love and devotion.
Why can't we
seem to be
what we want to be?
Always placing obstacles
in our path, in our way.
I try to ride the chill in me,
but here it comes again.
(Here it comes again,
here it comes again,
play with me,
tearing all my world apart)
Here it comes again.
(Here it comes again,
here it comes again,
play with me,
tearing all my world apart)
Here we are,
and here we'll stay,
wrapped up in an ocean,
a veil of tears,
imagined fears,
and God knows why.
But whatever I try to do
it goes in right,
and comes out wrong.
I try to ride the chill in me,
but here it comes again.
(Here it comes again,
here it comes again,

play with me,
tearing all my world apart)
Here it comes again.
(Here it comes again,
here it comes again,
play with me,
tearing all my world apart)
(solo)
Whatever I try to do
it always goes in right,
and comes out wrong.
I try to ride the chill in me,
but here it comes again.
(Here it comes again,
here it comes again,
play with me,
tearing all my world apart)
Here it comes again.
(Here it comes again,
here it comes again,
play with me,
tearing all my world apart)
Here it comes again.
(Here it comes again,
here it comes again,
play with me,
tearing all my world apart)
--->> Enrique Morano emorano@hotmail.com <<---