Don´t say goodbye.
´Cause I´m still right here.
And don´t you give up.
My love, for you is stronger than this.

I´m a tightrope walker.
And a vagabond poet,
who was killed for an artist´s guilt.
Time will disappear and kill without any conscience.
But I´ll still always be here.

You know I know
how much this hurts you, my dear.
Just give it time.
I promise we´ll meet again.

I´m a tightrope walker.
And a vagabond poet,
who was killed for an artist´s guilt.
Time will disappear and kill without any conscience.
But I´ll still always be here.

The highway is a ghost town,
and the roads are paved with glass.
The moon is our spotlight,
and the stars our final crowd.
There´s blood in the back seat,
and our screams the only sound.
And soon there´ll be nobody here...