2 p.m. - Angel | Текст песни

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• 2 p.m.
• Angel

In this bath of salt
I don't see your skin of melted milk.
In this river so cold
I can't feel your hands of asian silk.

Waltzing on a hill
Drinking coffee from the thermos flask.
Ask me of what I feel
And you'll find me waiting in the dust.

I'm inbetween of burning fires
Through your room
I know you feel without wires
Or parfume.

Why'd you walk with me
If you have somebody on your side
In my flawless blaming
I'm still thinking of it all at night.

Why'd you come around
When there's many men for miles away
Is that what I should found?
Even if you know you'll never say.

I'm inbetween of burning fires
Through your room
I know you feel without wires
Or parfume.

About this story I got many
Things to write.
You got your broken granny
I got will to die.

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