City Final - North On Canvas | Текст песни

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I met you in a thunder of solitude
I caught you by the arm;
We use to call this fog life,
Just a nightmare-painted blur.

I will cover myself in sheets.
I will paint the walls black.
And your blood will be my ink.
And your heart will be my brush.

Feel your hatred rising,
And my satisfaction exploding.
Your happiness, my sorrow.
Your happiness, my sorrow.

Should’ve known before that kiss.
I’m running to you,
I run in vain onto you.
Let’s not and say we did.

Bleak escape, a flight of steps,
I’m heading North without a chance.
Different borders, different snow.
I hope I’ll get to heal those wounds.

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