Everybody has something to hide
We all have our dark secrets
No one has to know about
And sometimes we just want to forget them
But it's a never ending search
For something that can never be reached
'Cause everybody has a dark side of the soul
Where black clouds of a sinful rain
Cover the last pages of self-respect
Whre the monsters of our sins
Run after us whatever we try to hide
No matter how long it takes
We are destined to be prisoners
Of our own desires
And the sun will never shine
On the dark side of the soul

(c) 1997 Roberto Borgia - All Rights Reserved