Feels like a curse,
Feels like a curse,
Feels like I trust in you.
The night in its plate,
The night in its plate,
Served up the moon, it seems.
Served up the moon, it seems,
Feels like I trust in you.
Feels like a curse.
Your face that always dwells,
Within these eyes, though strangers,
Feel familiar to me.
In your embrace,
I've spun the whole world,
Spun the world.
So intimate with sorrow,
So intimate with sorrow,
So intimate with sorrow,
So intimate with sorrow,
Nurtured, raised, it seems.
Nurtured, raised, it seems.
Nurtured, raised, it seems.
Nurtured, raised, it seems.
Feels like I trust in you.
Feels like a curse.
Tears on my cheek,
Tears on my cheek, your hand,
Tears on my cheek,
Tears on my cheek, your hand,
A kiss upon the lips it seems.
A kiss upon the lips it seems,
Feels like I trust in you.
Feels like a curse.
|
