Belgian Blues 歌词

I see your home in my head, and the tower in flames I'll sing a song of the dead, the chanson sane It's drilling holes in my pocket I'll never ever stop yet Fill my soul with your docket and your calm frame You know I The cold wind blows you it's kisses The darkness takes them away Just a slave to it's wishes Just a slave to it's ways So go and do your dirty dishes Lay restless and suspicious Be the prey amongst the hunters that killed your dishes Go sing a song of light and hope But never believe both Go turn the injured to the mains With your calm frame You know I The cold wind blows you it's kisses The darkness takes them away Just a slave to it's wishes Just a slave to it's ways The cold wind blows you it's kisses The darkness takes them away, oh Just a slave to it's wishes, oh Just a slave to it's ways