الكلمات الأصلية
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Though you'll find me lost in the streets
Winding through the ivy gates
You might be the one to three
Gazing with solemnity
Timely passing slips around
Soon you'll take me far from sound
Bound but laying willingly
Deep in what could never be
Now with evening darkening
Comes the truth with reckoning
Over time you'll turn to me
Hoping for tranquility
Wearied peace in what we saw
Hardly chastening at all
Wayward wiles and the silent line
With daylight you will be mine
My imagination
Is free
I'm taking tonight
For me
I'm pulling the knife
Out on three
You'll see my rabid eyes
As you bleed
Whisper me with something sweet
Comb your hair if you're at my feet
Walk in time at an even pace
Sit so still when you're near my face
Feel me here when I tell you to
Call me this when I speak to you
Keep this straight and stay in line
All of this will now be mine
My imagination
Is free
I'm taking tonight
For me
I'm pulling out the knife
On three
You'll see my rabid eyes
As you bleed
