As the sorrow, is an open invitation.
And my story is done, and the character is gone.
As the moonlight, is nothing but a memory.
And my story is done, and the character is gone.
As the sorrow, is an open invitation.
And my story is done, and the character is gone.
And they're crying, in my soul.
Sense your freedom.
Together you pretend.
Sense your freedom.
Running from yourself.
Sense your freedom, forevermore.
Could that be my brother?
Could that be my sister?
Could that be my brother?
Could that be my sister?
X2
And my story is done, and the character is gone.
As the moonlight, is nothing but a memory.
And my story is done, and the character is gone.
As the sorrow, is an open invitation.
And my story is done, and the character is gone.
And they're crying, in my soul.
Sense your freedom.
Together you pretend.
Sense your freedom.
Running from yourself.
Sense your freedom, forevermore.
Could that be my brother?
Could that be my sister?
Could that be my brother?
Could that be my sister?
X2