The knives pierce the flesh By the hand that were so tender I see the face and your character So apathetic like the breath of the grave
I'm waiting for… Still waiting for…
Cool summer morning lulls These touches by silk sheets And sadness melted in throat Like a sweet wine of hope Your breath is drunk and lures Let the moment freeze for ages And I want to believe
I'm waiting for… So waiting for…
These wounds could never heal Torn scabs bleed with memories Excited nerves make me growl For the sake of dying
Let me feel it dead Please, let me feel it dead
When memories haunt me I close my eyes before the dawn There is no place for you inside a dying heart I'm waiting for these words Still waiting for the poetry that will revive my song
Oh, let me feel it deadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
