Albert Tales - Perfect Crime
текст песни

Moments of anticipation
Turns into an inspiration
Reminds me I'm alive
Thinking about the next vacation
When it's time for some creation
Don't know where to hide

Crescendos of rain
Knocking on my windshield
While my mind is wondering
Memories from the past
cre coming up
My soul my childhood
Forgotten dreams

Maybe I'm not good enough
Maybe it's too late
But something is calling from within
Telling me I cannot wait

Moments of anticipation
Turns into an inspiration
Reminds me I'm alive
Thinking about the next vacation
When it's time for some creation
Don't know where to hide

Sitting on this bench alone
Trying to find words
In this empty river
The bag is already full
Round balls of paper
Filled with lost ideas (lost ideas)

How do they do it?
Every single time
What is the secret?
For the perfect crime

Moments of anticipation
Turns into an inspiration
Reminds me I'm alive
Thinking about the next vacation
When it's time for some creation
Don't know where to hide