Hear the voice you're calling me In my forgotten dreams Hear the knocks on the door of my mind And I sense the footsteps creeping from behind
Screams of twisted, deranged anger during breaks in a hall We sang the words to sad melodies of feelings taken for granted
You were lying in my arms with your hair so blonde Gallantly with no compassion to Johanna's calls Should've whistled a lullaby for you to fall asleep But in fact I was sleeping too, whistling could make me break away
I thought she had everything she needs But now she's looting my memories Yet in the crowd of enemies She remains the quiet one Seems immaculately frightful of the things she has done Seems immaculately frightful of the looks she will receive
When we meet she looks as if she wanted to murder But I can't be quite sure what she means
Hear the voice you're calling me in my forgotten dreams Hear the knocks on the door of my mind And I sense the footsteps creeping from behind
Now her voice doesn't matter to me Ignore the gossip you hear on streets People often speak of the devil But matter always slips their head
You were lying in my arms with your hair so blonde Gallantly with no compassion to Johanna's calls Should've whistled a lullaby for you to fall asleep But in fact I was sleeping too, whistling could make me break awayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
