Film Noir

Sin

Film Noir


Can I believe a lie?
The tiding's all around
Winds are blowing
Storms are coming
Once a while you get the
Charge some sound device
Winds are blowing
Storms are coming

You become a fist
Without a sin

Down the well
The well we sink
The cheating time
Has been denied
You become a fist
Without a sin
We slowly walk away.