Fields of the Nephilim - Endemoniada (1988 The Nephilim) | Текст песни

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• Fields of the Nephilim
• Endemoniada (1988 The Nephilim)

So let it feel unreal,
When I force you to sleep at the wheel
Think about this - his looks could kill
It's such a thrill the way I feel
Now I'm falling asleep at the wheel,
And I'm dreaming of the kill

We dream of familiar plains here
We dream of familiar places

Do you want to display, you just stand in my way
If you want to display your love in that way
Now get out...

Think about this...
What I've seen with old eyes
And every time I turn around another dies
Think about this - his looks could kill

As visions black,
I go to the wall sometimes
When I'm walking on my own
We dream of familiar places
As visions black,
I go to the wall sometimes
When I'm walking on my own
We dream of familiar places

And I'm dreaming
We dream of familiar plains here
My heart beats, my heart beats
We dream of familiar places

Stop!