One hand is busy but the other writes
This song for you that I'm singing now
My old man misunderstood
If I could do something to change this
But you see, you always hide behind your proud
And then it makes hard I reach your soul
And then it makes hard I reach my own heart

You hide behind your proud
And so much other stuffs
I'd like to change this but
I stand stopped
Trying to see
Some soul behind your dark eyeglasses
I've been used them yet
But now I wanna take out them of your face...

We can make love in the dark
I can't see your face but
I still can imagine it
If I could touch your face
And to take out my mask
You'd see what I'm feeling
But the silence doesn't make anything now

The silence doesn't make any difference
The silence doesn't speak anything sometimes...
And I'm tired of my silence
I'm tired of your fuckin' proud
And.. I'm tired of your silence
I'm tired of my own old proud...