Žodžiai dainai: The Magic Numbers. Anima Sola.

He was the only son who wouldn't stay
Barely twenty-one when he went away
Anima Sola keeps me wired
If I grow cold I should grow tired
But I'll get to Mexico before I die
He was the only son who couldn't lie
Just like a setting sun without the sky
Anima Sola keeps me wired
If I grow cold I should grow tired
If I grow cold I will grow tired
But I'll get to Mexico before I die

Anima Sola keeps me wired
If I grow cold I should grow tired
If I get cold I will get tired
But I'll get to Mexico before I die