Idioma Origen:
The weight of days on me...
I am done.
The corn is burning under my feet
The words like circles and
I´m waiting for someone to catch my fall
in the deepest void of all
Haven´t seen you in weeks
No clouds in the sky to rain me a drop
loving touch I need
and I am killing time by the lake
diving off the cliff, many times
scarring myself, colliding
on the lake bed so dry...
The world´s without virginity
And souls have no intergrity
The Word of grave old danger -Love,
It´s all I´m after, oh
I am done...
The ground´s not shaking under my feet
The World´s not turning anymore
Wind is a thief, lonelier than me
and it - does - not - want - me - in here...
plant a Flower of Love, care for it, water it,
Lounge in the shade of the stale champagne
A flower so fatal, yet beautiful
Showed the Bee where to fly
and then let it die
The world´s without virginity
The souls have no intergrity
The Word of grave old danger -Love,
It´s all I´m after, oh
I am done...
Bring me to recovery
give it to me, I´m after tranquillity
I somehow lost my line of sight
Before I cast the final die...
Once planted plastic grapes,
The harvest of a lifetime,
Real bad wine.
The sum of false virginity
and my lost integrity
The Word of grave old danger -Love,
For you I´m after, oh
I am done
The world without virginity
A soul with no integrity
The Word of grave old danger -Love,
Bring me to recovery
give it to me, I´m after tranquillity
I somehow lost my line of sight
Before I cast the final die...
Once planted plastic grapes,
The harvest of a lifetime,
Real bad wine.
The ground is shaking under my feet
The World is turning,
and the
Wind has a friend in Misery,
but I know - she - only - loves - me...
Idioma Destino:
The weight of days on me...
I am done.
The corn is burning under my feet
The words like circles and
I´m waiting for someone to catch my fall
in the deepest void of all
Haven´t seen you in weeks
No clouds in the sky to rain me a drop
loving touch I need
and I am killing time by the lake
diving off the cliff, many times
scarring myself, colliding
on the lake bed so dry...
The world´s without virginity
And souls have no intergrity
The Word of grave old danger -Love,
It´s all I´m after, oh
I am done...
The ground´s not shaking under my feet
The World´s not turning anymore
Wind is a thief, lonelier than me
and it - does - not - want - me - in here...
plant a Flower of Love, care for it, water it,
Lounge in the shade of the stale champagne
A flower so fatal, yet beautiful
Showed the Bee where to fly
and then let it die
The world´s without virginity
The souls have no intergrity
The Word of grave old danger -Love,
It´s all I´m after, oh
I am done...
Bring me to recovery
give it to me, I´m after tranquillity
I somehow lost my line of sight
Before I cast the final die...
Once planted plastic grapes,
The harvest of a lifetime,
Real bad wine.
The sum of false virginity
and my lost integrity
The Word of grave old danger -Love,
For you I´m after, oh
I am done
The world without virginity
A soul with no integrity
The Word of grave old danger -Love,
Bring me to recovery
give it to me, I´m after tranquillity
I somehow lost my line of sight
Before I cast the final die...
Once planted plastic grapes,
The harvest of a lifetime,
Real bad wine.
The ground is shaking under my feet
The World is turning,
and the
Wind has a friend in Misery,
but I know - she - only - loves - me...