That night I was afraid of shame And You played so gentle and started the game Your cigarettes And growing rates Did not promise us happy ending You touched thin strings of my soul And raging wind Replaces calm So slowly fall into the night Intoxicate, bewitch my mind Where every breath is going crazy
Gentle, so much gentle grace When falling in space Full of: insomnia, datura , Shiver and no sorrows. Even if there are no doubts It’s a story about: Whiskey, piano and a gentle lie
But it’s still the game on thin ice I stopped the play without cry The broken vase And fallen grace. Goodbye, and come back to oblivion.
Gentle, so much gentle grace When falling in space Even if there are no doubts It’s a story about Gentle, so much gentle grace When falling in space Even if there are no doubts It’s a story about: Whiskey, piano and whiskey, piano and gentle lie