A Bucket Of Cold Water

Henry Crown Ford

Compositor: Henry Crown Ford

This is our end,
Our plans was broken,
And I really don't expect this.
But, well, here we go again,
Coldly trying to pass by the desert.

A bucket of cold water,
(It´s danger than a knife)
Hurts you, cuts you
And if your spell was stole,
What's your reaction?

Spell to me a simple little word,
Tell me that life exists,
And that I'm alive.

Floating like a balloon, fading like a flower
Expired me feel inspired,
My god!
I never felt so.
This breaks the walls, hard walls of my heart
And every obstacle, makes me insensitive,
Until my feet touch the ground.

(It was a dream)
A haunted dream, with my own shadows
In the darkness of a tortured heart,
Bruised and sincerely sorry.
Already tired of making mistakes, and being reckless as to the error.
The heart that bleeds every night when you remember.
My bucket of cold water.

It had everything to go right,
However, we were released to the ground,
As bowling balls,
Knocking out the pins.
The pins are problems.
We will win one by one. Day by day and night by night.

(I promise you)
(I promise I)
Baby, give me the last of chances,
The last pardon... Last pain
(I promise you)
(I promise I)