When I look back to the past I feel there`s something I can`t show And If I look into our pictures I may see you`re crying Now you`re dead in home, It`s another instant And your hands points to the sky, and your eyes are distant turning around It`s another breaking down I remember you in my dreams standing there waiting for me While I was going west trying to, trying to forget In the back of my car, It`s another instant Naked women, maked men, fucking with their ecos (Chorus)