It can't pay attention What slips into the system A light touch, a whisper that puts you to sleep Don't sympathize with the mystery disease
All it is is a feeling Pain in a dress too revealing A lost bond An old friend who likes what it sees You can't shake off the mystery disease
Lovers in a past life Meet in the street close to midnight A last look Sweet like the end of a dream Then fall back into the mystery disease
Go on, tell your symptoms to me It's not in any of the books you can read It's no fun to face what you don't get to be But what's one more to the mystery disease?
Floating impatience Snuffs my limited sapience Black smoke as soon as the pressure's released Deep space sighs, the Mystery Disease
Consumed by a weakness Cut with perpetual unrest You see stars, sunsets blurred through a screen Trap what you want Waste what you need
And when the west wind sweeps through the leaves Emperors of history fall to their knees Small fronds can't see the wood for the trees Left in the dust of the mystery diseaseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
