Hanging Paper AngelsOh, the furnace of wind, there's a flicker and a wink about your faceIn a cloud of incense, yeah, it smells like heaven in this placeI can't eat, I can't sleep, still I hunger for you when you look at meThat face, those eyes, all the sinful pleasuresDeep inside, I tell you why, do you know nowThe way that means, I'm getting in, underneath my skinOh, you were always my original sinI tell you why, I shut insideEvery time we begin, this dangerous gameOh, you were always my original sinOriginal sinOriginal sinA dream will flyThe moment that you open up your eyesA dream is just a riddleGhosts from every corner of the worldThe corner of your lifeUp in the balconyAll the Romeos are bleeding for your handBlowing theater kissesReciting lines they don't understandI can't eat, I can't sleep, still I hunger for you when you look at meThat faceThose eyesAll the sinful pleasures deep insideDon't know why, but I lay tutto so pianoI can't eatEatEatEatEatEatEatEatEatEatingEatingTell me how you know nowWhere the means of getting inUnderneath my skinOh, you were always my original sinTell me why I should have been sadEvery time we begin this dangerous gameOh, you were always my original sinTell me how you know nowWhere the means of getting inUnderneath my skinOh, you were always my original sin