paroles de chanson X Machina - Howling

Come, lay me down, I'm your guardian.
Paid, my hands out, I'm your meridien.
Such a rush, Such a rush.
Such a rush, Such a rush.
Such a rush, Such a rush.

Fate, higher ground, tend to gardens close.
Taste of marry bond, be my maiden.
Such a rush, Such a rush.
Such a rush, Such a rush.
Such a rush, Such a rush.