Cafe Martinique 歌词

You walk through a series of chambers Each one different air than the last You lie in the bedrooms of strangers But conjure up grievances past This room has a chill and a dampness This room has the warmth of the Sun This room is a song, an enchantress This room with the fog is the one The atmosphere changes too quickly The choices you have are too much The calendar adheres so strictly To the will that’s implied by her touch You wake up in rooms unfamiliar You wake up from songs all too soon You wake but your body is still here In time and in phase and in tune Turn into fog Turn into fog Turn into fog Turn into fog Turn into fog Turn into fog Turn into fog Turn into fog Turn into fog Turn into fog Turn into fog Turn into fog