So here is the second set of lyrics, from a song I wrote spring time last year, Hands. We wash our skin, cleansed by the river. Before night fall, we´ll move to another. We´ve crossed those streams, which seperate the others. Now caught on middle ground, this land of the lovers. That´s hands touching hands, hands touching hearts. That´s hands touching hands, hands touching hearts. Your legs are crossed mine are open, We live through a cameras distortion. The scene switched to black, Cover those things that we lack. That´s hands touching hands, hands touching hearts. That´s hands touching hands, hands touching hearts. And as she fled, ´We´re both in this to the end´ I said. Save your breath, store it up for another foolish ear, Because you´re fooling noone here. In a moment of emotion, we hear the pistols explosion. The scene is drenched with red, stench of fear and regret. That´s hands touching hands, hands touching hearts. That´s hands touching hands, hands touching hearts. And as she fled, ´We´re both in this to the end´ I said. Save your breath, store it up for another foolish ear, Because you´re fooling noone here. I feel it all I feel it all, now. I feel it all I feel it all, now. And as she fled, ´We´re both in this to the end´, I wept. Save your breath, store it up for another foolish ear, Because you´re fooling noone here.
Posted on: Wed, 17 Dec 2014 16:35:53 +0000
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