Its coming the storm
I am hidden underneath the wings
There is a weakness outside
And more strength inside of me
When I walk at midnight
You don't know where I'm building my place
When the death is calling out

Is still not the best part
You don't mind what I'm wondering
There is a illness outside
And more cure inside of me
When I walk on midnight
An Angel is flying above my head
When the death is calling out

I think it doesn't matter

When I walk on midnight
An Angel is flying above my head
When the death is calling out

I think it doesn't matter

Everyone, every time
Every kind of people
Nothing is good, is confused
I can treat myself