الكلمات الأصلية
ENالترجمة غير متاحة بعد. نعرض الكلمات الأصلية.
Silent scars build this place
Sonic bars surrounded stage
Painted smiles the puny bait
Moving limbs to fascinate
Begin the dream I wake instead
On gold lined silver plates their heads
A smothering embrace
This tiny breathing space
I see our distance closing in
Speak to me your hunger
But reach for me no longer
Painted smiles the puny bait
Moving limbs to fascinate
Begin the dream I wake instead
On gold lined silver plates their heads
A smothering embrace
This tiny breathing space
I see our distance closing in
Awaited fall from grace
With drowned and wetted face
I feel our limbs are growing thin
