Kostas Roumeliotis

I met her with the heart of a child. Like a schoolboy lost in the wild.
I took just one look in her eyes and I knew I could spend my forever with her.
The slightest little touch of her skin could make you shiver like it was a crime.
With a glimpse of that cute little grin I knew I’d hold on till the end of time.

My Soul is empty and I‘m lost without her. She said forever
And now I’ll never forget.
My Angel she said goodbye
My Angel flew up in the sky
My Angel she said goodbye
Oh why oh why.

She knew that I carried her torch. I’d run across the world and back again.
I savored the taste of her lips. What I wouldn’t do to get it back again.
She used to look far into the sky; the memory makes me feel like I could fly.
And sometimes I see her walking past me, but I know it’s just my mind playing tricks on me.

My Soul is empty and I‘m lost without her. She said forever
And now I’ll never forget.
My Angel she said goodbye
My Angel flew up in the sky
My Angel she said goodbye
Oh why oh why.

And now my heart has closed its doors with her love trapped tightly inside.
The memory of our time together will have to take the place of forever.
I know if she had the choice she’d call me with her soft-spoken voice.
She had to leave and go far away, but now I know that she just couldn’t stay.

It’s been four months, did you forget?
Tonight I leave in a blackened sky
You said you’d be here
That’s why I couldn’t say goodbye

I wish I could look again
Just one more minute to feel
To hold your hand and dance a while
Step on your toes and cry

This time I’ll go
Three times around the world
Next time I’ll know
Hold your hand and don’t let go
OH…

You could have turned your head
Looked at the walls instead
Go on and show me your smile
Or even tell me you’ll try

(Bridge)

This time I’ll go
Three times around the world
Next time I’ll know
Take your hand and don’t let go
OH…

This time I’ll go
Three times around the world
Next time I’ll know
Take your hand and don’t let go
OH…

There it is just as clear as today my beautiful smile that you stole away.
Another life that I remember tonight, watching the darkness turn into light.
Hidden beneath that silly grin that fights away all that hurts within.
The painful sound that I hear inside, your crackling voice gets pushed aside.

It’s late night and I’m wondering if I should call you or go back to sleep.
It’s late at night and I’m wondering what to do.
It’s late night and I’m wondering if I should call you or go back to sleep.
It’s late at night, please someone tell me what to do.

I walk around asleep in the day, only wishing all these thoughts away.
Looking at faces that have passed me by, I wish to leave all that hurts behind.
I turn inside to my waking dreams, the ones that seem to scream so loud.
My lonely world is a way of life, but is that the way you want me to be?

It’s late night and I’m wondering if I should call you or go back to sleep.
It’s late at night and I’m wondering what to do.
It’s late night and I’m wondering if I should call you or go back to sleep.
It’s late at night, please someone tell me what to do.

Maybe I’ll never feel you now, or never see you again to speak these words.
Somewhere way down deep in mind you may hold these thoughts that I put inside.
Innocence is the soft man’s pain, only to be used again and again.
And sweetness is a crying shame, it was never meant to be used for pain.

It’s late night and I’m wondering if I should call you or go back to sleep.
It’s late at night and I’m wondering what to do.
It’s late night and I’m wondering if I should call you or go back to sleep.
It’s late at night, please someone tell me what to do.

The Song that can’t be Sung
I saw a boy, he tried to smile. Swimming through the river in his eye.
He walked through the streets that had frozen still.
He’s looking for a warm place to cry.

I saw a girl outside in the rain. Her clothes were torn but they were dry.
She waved down a taxi to get inside.
The one she would take to die.

Somebody tell me where did we go.
Explain the useless things we have become.
Walk me down the hallway and sit me in a chair
Sing me the song that can’t be sung.

I saw a mother alive in her bed. They left her there, left her there for dead.
And nobody knows that she can’t abide.
She’s locked her soul, locked it deep inside.

I saw a man who gasped for air. Surrounded by this world that didn’t care.
He raised his arms begging to stay alive.
But his heart was lost and could never survive.

Somebody tell me where did we go.
Explain the useless things we have become.
Walk me down the hallway and sit me in a chair
Sing me the song that can’t be sung

I saw a boy, he tried to smile. Swimming through the river in his eye.
He walked through the streets that had frozen still.
He’s singing the song that can’t be sung.
Singing the song that can’t be sung.

The Thief he walks into the store. He waves his weapon and he drops them to the floor.
He’s got no money he’s got no food. Deep inside he feels this isn’t crude.
He spent the last three months out on the street. Sick and tired, the man just wants to eat.
They looked away and they’d pretend he wasn’t there. This is his life, what should he do, this isn’t fair.

Where will you run to when you’re all washed up?
Where will you run to when you’re scared?
Where will you run to when you’re all washed up?
Where will you run to when you’re scared?

He grabs the bag, he takes the money, he’s out the door. He looks inside to realize he needs more.
This is the trap and here’s the cycle once again. This time he’s tired, he’s hiding out; he’ll count to ten.
Better wait till the sun goes down tonight. If he gets caught, he’s got nothing left to fight.
The sound of noise, the sound of cars is spinning by. He’s in a hole crunched up, scared of being found.

Where will you run to when you’re all washed up?
Where will you run to when you’re scared?
Where will you run to when you’re all washed up?
Where will you run to when you’re scared?


He had a wife, he has a kid. Had a job, she threw him out, he lost his lid.
Can’t remember how it was. Looking out and looking blind, his head’s a fuzz.
In a minute he’d turn around. He needs some time, he needs a break and he’d be found.
They’d walk on by and turn in shame. They see a bum, they see a loser, he’s to blame.

Where will you run to when you’re all washed up?
Where will you run to when you’re scared?
Where will you run to when you’re all washed up?
Where will you run to when you’re scared?