Sometimes it's better like you're "already mine"
Under my make-up and my crazy designs
I'm whatching you through all the windows inside my house
Sometimes it's better like you're "driving me home"
Under my make-up and you already know
I'm whatching you through all the windows inside my house
I'm adopted child of love
I have my eyes and have my soul
And I'm holding on
You make my home
I left my "heavy metal" wishes inside
Under my "crystal shelder"
I'll let you find
I'm whatching you through all the windows inside my house
I'm adopted child of love
I have my eyes and have my soul
And I'm holding on
You make my home
