paroles de chanson Gothic Romance - Howlite

Meditate yourself to sleep
I close my eyes and stop my heartbeat
Gothic romance, light the candle
Lure the beast out by the hand - he'll come
Down the stairs

Confess your sins to the wolves
In their sheepskin dresses
Nothing impresses you
You're bored
Nothing depresses me more

But this is the ritual that we agreed to
Lonely in our tower above the ground
This is our torture - we force ourselves to flower
All the year round

Lonely woman in her finery
Won't you come and sit and dine with me?
My man is gentle but he is not right for me
I crave the lust of a carnivore eyeing me
It does not surprise me

But this is the ritual that we agreed to
Lonely in our tower above the ground
This is our torture - we force ourselves to flower
All the year round
All the year round