Shedding tears on what I could be bathed in smoky light that I even don't see your wooded perfume as memory it feels so cold under the city
Slaughtering fears that rotten in me barefoot on the floor, breath is leaving me one's lips on my neck kills your memory it feels so cold under the city
Sweet trance on the sly my head to the sky silence passed me by music haunts my mind
being confined as much as I'm free drowned in faceless crowd I don't want to see your cheeky gaze as memory it feels so cold under the city
sweeping up doubts that you sowed in me unleashed on the floor, soul is leaving me one's lips on my neck kills your memory it feels so cold under the city
Sweet trance on the sly my head to the sky silence passed me by music haunts my mind