Although it's July the icicles hang from my mouth
Again, you welcomed me with an ice bucket
Strangled the fire which was smoldering somewhat still
I'm burning up every day with you
I put the key into the gap between the lips
Let the state of silence come
The cabinet has already an eager knife
Ready to lose
I thought I'd wait out
This arctic chill
Under a warm blanket I'll cower my bones
At the Arctic Circle I'm lurking like a coward
Looking for love vector
I put the key into the gap between the lips
Let the state of silence come
The cabinet has already an eager knife
Ready to lose
piątek, 2 marca 2012
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