В колонках играет - The cure

Как полезно иногда порыться в столе... Написала это в каком-то бешеном состоянии и забыла. А прочитать было интересно.

With every day the pain gets stronger
Than it had ever been before
And all the time I'm lost among you
The ones who don't know what life's for

With every scar the picture's brighter
The world is torn up and misled
I can no longer stay beside you
The ones who don't know they are dead

With every breath my lost wings open
And soon they'll break the devil's cell
I'll fly while you will keep on hoping,
The ones who fight against themselves

With every flight I shall get braver...
Still once I'll come back to the Earth
To take another trying to save you,
The ones who don't care what love's worth...