Paroles de History Burns

God forbid such dreams To change me in my sleep What seemed so bitter Now seems so sweet I can't understand Your images of me I can't understand Just what i should be I see history burns In the minutes and hours I see tables turn And keep on turning round God forbid such dreams To change me in my sleep What seemed so bitter Now seems so sweet I can't understand Your images of me I can't understand Just what i should be I see history burns In the minutes and hours I see tables turn And keep on turning round Burning history