What is life if not a ship about to sink Flamboyant garden of deep hidden distress Death shrouded in a charming evening dress Dispensing suave drops of this absinthe drink
And still I strive to find a meaning For this fragile and hopeless feeling All is crushed to dust and no one Can prevent it
It's rooted in life's nature No wonder and no lie God's little honey creature Even she is bound to die
Was it a dream of a dream - all too real Coming from lone distant lands Is there something wrong with these hands That held you once but lost you oh my dear
Your marred construction It's torn from side to side From the smallest cracks
You still keep silent And pitch black is the night Can't even see your tracksTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
