The whole is a thought Brewing the words Few lines made of hope I'm singing my bride, my girl Her flesh is rejecting the being...
A rhythm was taking us for a dance Swing your meat on the beat Now melting with the ground A tune in an arm No rest left to go on But I won't let you die
I would corrupt the earth, death, the sun To keep life beating with you The tool was breathing in our eyes The grunge around you
I won't let your death spread around When all life is made of you Better to have all your pain here Than your freedom alone outside
What would you be without me To cover your dreams with gold A gold that I've never earned Your freedom devoted to myself A privilege, a nowhere to go
Your flesh is cold for a while A new odour defines you Sleep, sleep deep my heart Nowhere else to go...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
