she's got black hair and she has got a black dress she's pretending that her life is a mess but I cannot rest with so many worries I can't lie down and
I have been destroyed By the perfection that is a life See I'm moving soon See my feet are already on the road And if you know where I'm going Don't
oh my sweet nurse pull the curtain aside for a while so that I can for once have the sun in my eye you smile and say it's a fine day oh my sweet nurse
the walls are painted different every second my eyes are of chrome it is television can't let go of my leg it's itching so and bleeding layer by
All the white lights falling The blue lights are falling Night is warm Came down with a promise I have my best shirt on I lower myself now It is a way
It is to see a traitor go free It is to feel a filter in me It is to leave the lights that I saw It is to ask: is it easy to go In this dead hour Here
why have you put so many things into my eyes that I can't see clear who's paid you for telling me what I'm worth and run in fear it has been for me a
We had you down on your knees We were kicking you in the head We tried to hang you from the trees We didn't stop until you were dead We must bury you
who could call my name without regretting who could see beyond this my darkness and for once save their own prayers who could mirror down just a little
My prospects have become less promising I find it hard to believe in anything Seems I lost my world and so I lost my faith And I can't go back to where
And the day is been laid The things I really want Always torn from my heart You never saw the way How I wanted you to stay And now when you're gone
my head And the day's been laid The things i really want Always torn from my heart You never saw the way How i wanted you to stay And now you're gone
번역: Katatonia. 사라짐.
: it is to see a traitor go free it is to feel a filter in me it is to leave the lights that I saw it is to ask: is it easy to go in this dead hour
: we had you down on your knees we were kicking you in the head we tried to hang you from the trees we didn't stop until you were dead we must bury
: the walls are painted different every second my eyes are of chrome it is television can't let go of my leg it's itching and bleeding layer by layer
: why have you put so many things into my eyes that I can't see clear who's paid you for telling me what I'm worth and run in fear it has been for me
: all the white lights falling the blue lights are falling night is warm came down with a promise I have my best shirt on I lower myself now it is a
