I called you on the telephone 'cause I was lonley I called you up just to hear your Your eyes I know are a cold cold blue Pale white skin dead like a mannequin Seem to fade
Looking and not wanting to come up to date Like a broken clock The hand is still Though the pain I was watching as sound hit my ears We don't fit any more We don't fit any more Not the same Not the same Not the same, same, same
Ripped up in the shadows Over and over again
I remember before as your mouth It touched my face Small hands grabbing me
Trapped in my thoughts You repeating like a machine gun Phantasmagoria The time pelting me pelting me
Hipped up in the shawdows Over and over again
Ripped up in the shadows Over and over again
Over and over again Over and over againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
