He's calling me flying free Over ice-covered range Hole deep within longing filled For a fistfull of Kroner
One, finally I'm feeling like I'm a part of a whole Love laced with sex no regrets I'd give a fistfull of Kroner
Legions of cement-block lairs Only one distinct among the squares
Heat way down south haunted house Out of which I am walking
North we will freeze in our sleep Warmth is a fistfull of Kroner Dreams of the years bringing tears For the months that grow longer
Castle all our own Palace owned for a fistfull of Kroner
In his heat sheltered from the cold Mystic love gets so fucking old
It all comes to you
Green in his eyes Paralyzed by their sensual luster Star carved in spine blood like wine Art for a fistfull of Kroner
Lonely in the night, it feels right I am waiting for someone Love I can't buy, time to fly With my fistfull of Kroner
Singing while the music wanes Embracing to the calling of the CranesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
