Aceton - Don’t Cry

At night I feel the air just slip through my fingers
In daylight it sticks like glue
When I consider all the things that creep under my skin
None of them are quite as sweet as you
So don`t cry
And if I leave, and coming back I lose 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
So don`t cry