Acetone "Don´t Cry"

At night I feel the air just slip through my fingers

In daylight sticks like glue

When I consider all the things that creep under my skin

None of them are quiet as sweet as you


So don´t cry

And If I leave and coming back I loose my way

Don´t change the locks on the back door

Cause even though my brain may be twisted and unsound

You know that my heart is true


So don´t cry

So don´t cry

So don´t cry