A silent cry from the past we used to know Gentle the words that echo to our minds A well of secrets where little should be known Lying to protect the one that cry Forget the promises, what, your own Before it's too late I hear the noises like a ghost from another time A straight street at night I wake up with the scars on my mind Woah When darkness fall upon your sacred little truth Only the bravest of the fair This world of strangers who live yourself do well Guiding us from heaven to hell Forget the promises And make up your mind It's almost too late I hear the noises like a ghost from another time A straight street at night I cry hard for a heart that is cold, oh I'd see the faces with the eyes that are blind Through my souls at night I wake up with the scars on my mind Oh I hear the noises like a ghost from another time A straight street at night I cry hard for a heart that is cold, oh I'd see the faces with the eyes that are blind Through my souls at night I wake up with the scars on my mind Oh