Jerome Pradon - 04. Love At First Sight (Crime of passion) | Текст песни

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• 04. Love At First Sight (Crime of passion)

"Wait and see, I will make your dreams come true",
That is what you said to me
And you even said, "I love you".
You carried into my heart and my bed
All the frightening fantasies
Of the poems locked in my head.

Oh, my dear,
How you've made me change my ways,
Taught new words and dried my tears,
Brought new colours to my days.
Now, my dear, It's my turn to be amazed,
I will sing all day, cast aside the grey,
Promise you "always".

Life before
Was a heavy cross to bear,
Suicide a tempting door
To escape a frozen nightmare.
Now you're here
Nothing matters anymore.
All the cold has disappeared
You healed my fear... my fear... my fear

You aren't afraid of hell
You cast a magic spell,
You have such tales to tell,
When I'm with you all is well.

You laugh at my certitude,
Brighten my every mood,
Shake up my solitude,
My eternal lassitude.

The books that I might have read,
Words that I might have said,
Paths that I might have tread,
With you are now all ahead

You set my whole life aflame,
You put the sun to shame,
You made me break my chains,
With you nothing is the same... the same... the same... the same.

You cut short .
All my growing liberty
And inflicted the same sort
On my new-born sense of beauty.
You bound me in a web of cruel deceit,
Holding out the blasphemy
Of promises you could not keep.
I am lost.
How my bleeding heart turns numb
As your fingers slip across
In a wandering requiem.
In your arms
Is a familiar torture
So I will defer, little Lucifer,
Do what you prefer.

Now as one may our bodies set the stage,
Unabashedly become
A symbol of lovers' courage.

No regrets
If we let this passion burn.
May Gomorrah pay our debts,

Joined until death ....till death... till death

You aren't afraid of hell
You cast a magic spell,
You have such tales to tell,
When I'm with you all is well.

You laugh at my certitude,
Brighten my every mood,
Shake up my solitude,
My eternal lassitude.

The books that I might have read,
Words that I might have said,
Paths that I might have tread,
With you are now all ahead

You set my whole life aflame,
You put the sun to shame,
You made me break my chains,
With you nothing is the same... the same... the same... the same.

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