Bruce Dickinson - 1994 - Balls To Picasso все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

For too long now, there were secrets in my mind
For too long now, there were things I should have said
In the darkness... I was stumbling for the door
To find a reason - to find the time, the place, the hour

Waiting for the winter sun, and the cold light of day
The misty ghosts of childhood fears
The pressure is building, and I can't stay away

Here I sit alone in a window
The rain falls down on a glass in a cold
All my life i've been waiting for a moment
It never came - may be never will
Ah, sometimes I don't know

Those days are gone
Lord, I hide where I just can't say