歌曲 | Darksomely |
歌手 | Stillste Stund |
专辑 | Blendwerk Antikunst |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Everytime we meet, | |
It makes me feel so cold. | |
A shiver runs down my spine | |
And hits the core of my soul. | |
Though you also let me hear, let me hear the sirens call. | |
And those infatuating voices | |
Seem to be worth dying for | |
I´m just about to break | |
I´m just about to fake | |
Im darksomely addicted to this, | |
Darksomely - for a moment of bliss. | |
It´s not worth it from my very own point of view | |
To exchange a dream for what they call truth. (To exchange a dream for such an illusive truth.) | |
Everytime we part | |
It makes me feel so sick. | |
There´s nothing left but pain inside | |
And a dark shade in my head. | |
For you let me see, | |
Let me see through closed eyes. | |
And those incredible images | |
Seem to compensate for all life´s lies ... | |
You give me something easy | |
That I can complicate | |
You give me something beautiful | |
That I can destroy and hate | |
And if it feels this good | |
It must be the perfect dream | |
Found far beyond despair | |
Hardly noticed behind the scenes. | |
Im darksomely addicted to this | |
Just for a brief moment of bliss. | |
It´s not worth it from my very own point of view | |
To exchange a dream for what they call truth. (To exchange a dream for such an illusive truth.) |
Everytime we meet, | |
It makes me feel so cold. | |
A shiver runs down my spine | |
And hits the core of my soul. | |
Though you also let me hear, let me hear the sirens call. | |
And those infatuating voices | |
Seem to be worth dying for | |
I m just about to break | |
I m just about to fake | |
Im darksomely addicted to this, | |
Darksomely for a moment of bliss. | |
It s not worth it from my very own point of view | |
To exchange a dream for what they call truth. To exchange a dream for such an illusive truth. | |
Everytime we part | |
It makes me feel so sick. | |
There s nothing left but pain inside | |
And a dark shade in my head. | |
For you let me see, | |
Let me see through closed eyes. | |
And those incredible images | |
Seem to compensate for all life s lies ... | |
You give me something easy | |
That I can complicate | |
You give me something beautiful | |
That I can destroy and hate | |
And if it feels this good | |
It must be the perfect dream | |
Found far beyond despair | |
Hardly noticed behind the scenes. | |
Im darksomely addicted to this | |
Just for a brief moment of bliss. | |
It s not worth it from my very own point of view | |
To exchange a dream for what they call truth. To exchange a dream for such an illusive truth. |
Everytime we meet, | |
It makes me feel so cold. | |
A shiver runs down my spine | |
And hits the core of my soul. | |
Though you also let me hear, let me hear the sirens call. | |
And those infatuating voices | |
Seem to be worth dying for | |
I m just about to break | |
I m just about to fake | |
Im darksomely addicted to this, | |
Darksomely for a moment of bliss. | |
It s not worth it from my very own point of view | |
To exchange a dream for what they call truth. To exchange a dream for such an illusive truth. | |
Everytime we part | |
It makes me feel so sick. | |
There s nothing left but pain inside | |
And a dark shade in my head. | |
For you let me see, | |
Let me see through closed eyes. | |
And those incredible images | |
Seem to compensate for all life s lies ... | |
You give me something easy | |
That I can complicate | |
You give me something beautiful | |
That I can destroy and hate | |
And if it feels this good | |
It must be the perfect dream | |
Found far beyond despair | |
Hardly noticed behind the scenes. | |
Im darksomely addicted to this | |
Just for a brief moment of bliss. | |
It s not worth it from my very own point of view | |
To exchange a dream for what they call truth. To exchange a dream for such an illusive truth. |