ll kill you A desire for flesh And real blood I'll watch you drown in the shower Pushing my life through your open eyes I must fight this sickness Find a cure
Give me your eyes That I might see the blind man kissing my hands The sun is humming My head turns to dust as he plays on his knees And the sand and
Movement no movement Just a falling bird Cold as it hits the bleeding ground He lived and died Catch sight Cover me with earth Draped in black Static
It doesn't matter if we all die Ambition in the back of a black car In a high building there is so much to do Goin' home time a story on the radio Somethin
I chose an eternity of this Like falling angels the world disappeared Laughing into the fire, is it always like this? Flesh and blood and the first kiss
Sharp and open leave me alone I'm sleeping less every night As the days become heavier and weighted Waiting in the cold light a noise A scream tears
Scarred, your back was turned Curled like an embryo Take another face You will be kissed again I was cold as I mouthed the words And crawled across the
you A desire for flesh and real blood I'm gonna watch you drown in the shower Push my life through your open eyes I wanna fight this sickness, find a cure
Creatures kissing in the rain Shapeless in the dark again In the hanging garden please don't speak In the hanging garden no one sleeps In the hanging
kill you A desire for flesh And real blood I'll watch you drown in the shower Pushing my life through your open eyes I must fight this sickness Find a cure
Übersetzung: The Cure. Pornographie.
: Movement No movement Just a falling bird Cold as it hits the bleeding ground He lived and died... Catch sight Cover me with earth Draped in black Static
: Creatures kissing in the rain Shapeless in the dark again In the hanging garden Please don't speak In the hanging garden No one sleeps Catching haloes
: I chose an eternity of this Like falling angels The world disappeared Laughing into the fire Is it always like this? Flesh and blood and the first
: It doesn't matter if we all die Ambition in the back of a black car In a high building there is so much to do Going home time A story on the radio...
: Give me your eyes That I might see the blind man kissing my hands The sun is humming My head turns to dust as he plays on his knees And the sand And
: Sharp and open Leave me alone And sleeping less every night As the days become heavier and weighted Waiting In the cold light A noise A scream tears
