Testo di Grip

Pleasure leaves more scars than pain, it's so hard to break your grip It's on those lips, the secrets lie where the truth was thin as ice Memories of your face keep a bitter kind of taste Hours pass and when things change, another day is here What we feel is felt inside, what we are must be denied Memories of your face keep a bitter kind of taste Hours pass and when things change, another day is here You may have seen this all before But it's so different when it's you it's happening to Memories of your face leave a kind of bitter taste Hours pass and when things change, another day is sealed You may have seen this once before, but it's so different When it's you, it's me, it's you, it's me, it's you