I'ts getting dark, to dark to see,
in a small and ravenous town
wishin' you were here.
Like a soul sliding down to die,
in the corner of this war...
a war without romance.
Hell borned tears in heaven;
Don't stop me now
when i'm knocking on heaven's door
trying to discover
a little something that makes me sweeter.
Now it's past last call for alcohol,
with my heart that got broken,
you have me on my knees, layla.
Please, feel some sympathy por this devil,
don't you let them trade you heroes for ghost's.
Just...come and hold my hand...
