歌曲 | Wisdom |
歌手 | Manticora |
专辑 | The Black Circus, Pt. 1: Letters |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
In the presence of a young and mysterious, attractive fortune-teller I had my future laid out before me in detailed descriptions. | |
The wind was howling outside, but I felt safe and warm – on this night. | |
Her emerald eyes shone directly through me when she said: | |
"When I put down the tarot cards, I look at your desires, wishes and an urge for acceptance." | |
The interior of her small compartment seemed to melt into the density of the air. | |
I couldn’t help staring into those penetrating eyes. | |
She took my hand in her own and spoke into the air: | |
"When I read into the palm of your hand, I see a spark of desire, submission, chaos and intolerance." | |
I vanished in the gypsy woman’s hazel green eyes… couldn’t resist to let her have my inner self. | |
The eroticism of it all is still a mystery to me. | |
She had a sad look upon her beautiful face as she whispered to me: | |
"When I gaze into the crystal ball, I see your secret desires, greed, perfect wisdom, lust and degradation – | |
When I look into the crystal ball." |
In the presence of a young and mysterious, attractive fortuneteller I had my future laid out before me in detailed descriptions. | |
The wind was howling outside, but I felt safe and warm on this night. | |
Her emerald eyes shone directly through me when she said: | |
" When I put down the tarot cards, I look at your desires, wishes and an urge for acceptance." | |
The interior of her small compartment seemed to melt into the density of the air. | |
I couldn' t help staring into those penetrating eyes. | |
She took my hand in her own and spoke into the air: | |
" When I read into the palm of your hand, I see a spark of desire, submission, chaos and intolerance." | |
I vanished in the gypsy woman' s hazel green eyes couldn' t resist to let her have my inner self. | |
The eroticism of it all is still a mystery to me. | |
She had a sad look upon her beautiful face as she whispered to me: | |
" When I gaze into the crystal ball, I see your secret desires, greed, perfect wisdom, lust and degradation | |
When I look into the crystal ball." |
In the presence of a young and mysterious, attractive fortuneteller I had my future laid out before me in detailed descriptions. | |
The wind was howling outside, but I felt safe and warm on this night. | |
Her emerald eyes shone directly through me when she said: | |
" When I put down the tarot cards, I look at your desires, wishes and an urge for acceptance." | |
The interior of her small compartment seemed to melt into the density of the air. | |
I couldn' t help staring into those penetrating eyes. | |
She took my hand in her own and spoke into the air: | |
" When I read into the palm of your hand, I see a spark of desire, submission, chaos and intolerance." | |
I vanished in the gypsy woman' s hazel green eyes couldn' t resist to let her have my inner self. | |
The eroticism of it all is still a mystery to me. | |
She had a sad look upon her beautiful face as she whispered to me: | |
" When I gaze into the crystal ball, I see your secret desires, greed, perfect wisdom, lust and degradation | |
When I look into the crystal ball." |