Young offender

Pictures of an image of a person who could not be blamed You are a colour and you are a number We need a sanction to see one another If I keep my distance in the season of this slender hell It's because of the need to live off one another Go home young offender and stay undercover We're busy running out of time (Whatever it takes, I will make you mine) I'll take the future from your hands (All the things I've ever had, I can make the perfect crime) We're strong, we do our thing Let the world cry, watch the birds sing Give me the freedom, I need to recover Words cannot heal, when a line is your lover Wind howls in my chamber like an angel (like an angel) You are a colour and you are a number Go home young offender and stay undercover