Taken in by the delicate noise Knocked to the ground by the subtle thunder Shackled and bound by the sound of your voice Wandering around in silent wonder
What chance did I have With the silver moon Hanging in the sky Opening old wounds
Taking hold of the hem of your dress Cleanliness only comes in small doses Bodily whole but my head's in a mess Fuelling obsession that borders psychosis
It's a sad disease Creeping through my mind Causing disabilities Of the strangest kind
Getting lost in the folds of your skirt There's a price that I pay for my mission A body in heaven and a mind full of dirt How I suffer the sweetest condition
Taken in by the delicate noise Knocked to the ground by the subtle thunder Shackled and bound by the sound of your voice Wandering around in silent wonderTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
