Hasenfang - Sawing Logs | Текст песни

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you hardly ever answer, or hardly ever stay
all i have is my foresight, all i have you forgave
guess this what happens to me, when dreams have come undone
when i'm sawing logs
my lucid vision warning; this shadow shape of you
the red light, screaming, flashing; yet cool as morning dew
this doppleganger’s calling to whisk me far away
ethereal crass fog

my pupils can't contract you, feelings are just the same
is this from sky blue heaven or hellish burning plain?
i guess i’ll find my answer upon this reaching out
as I take your hand

and day-oh! thus picturing such beauty played
no altered like could lead astray
no majesty could take away
and woah! the primed pull is at hand to make you mine
that hasty run right out of time

a light that's so endearing? Or lie that’s so ablaze?
this shocking skin scratch rakes me all over body baked
to view the framed fall meaning
that gleam in artist stroke;
you’re the rising sun

and day-oh! thus picturing such beauty fade
no altered lie could lead astray
no majesty could take away
and woah! the primed pull is at hand to make you mine
that hasty run right out of time

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