Gwen Stacy's Death

Leather boots colored by rain
A pop requiem of a dark time
Through the bridge overlooking the dark
She was thinking by herself...

...Could be that everybody bears the signs
of never admitted defeats
A hidden pain that lies
in the rows of remembrances

Comics tasting of petrol and coffee
A careless hero who arrives too late
And cries cellulose tears
And he's thinking that...

...Could be that everybody bears the signs
of never admitted defeats
A hidden pain that lies
in the rows of remembrances