paroles de chanson 七 Soft Islands - Lydmor

City of hope
Got a brother in the back seats crying
Cigarette smoke
Girl in the crowd
Denying... and... denying and.denying.and denying.and
Last time I checked
I was still breathing
The rest of me is harvesting a killing spree
Lost silhouettes attack the evening
A cherry tree
A killing spree
There are no soft islands in my sea
I have no more loving left in me
I feel too close to the flame
To feel this pain
Too close to the flame
To feel this pain
Last time I checked
I was still speaking
Go on boy go on boy
Last cigarette
And Then I'm leaving
Go on boy
Go on boy
There are no soft islands in my sea
I have no more loving left in me
I feel too close to the flame
Or too close to ceiling
To feel this pain
Or too close to the floor
Too close to the flame
Or too close to the ceiling
To feel this pain
Or too close to the floor
Too close to the flame
Or too close to the ceiling
To feel this pain
Or too close to the floor
Too close to the flame
Or Too close to the ceiling
Or too close to the floor. the floor. the floor
Oooohhh
Oooohhh
There are no soft islands in my sea
I have no more loving left in me
I feel too close to the flame
Or too close to the ceiling
To feel this pain
Or too close to the floor
Too close to the flame
Or too close to the ceiling
To feel this pain
Or too close to the floor
I feel too close to the flame
Or too close to the ceiling
To feel this pain
Or too close to the floor
Too close to the flame
Or to close to the ceiling
To feel the pain
Or to close to the floor. the floor
Oooohhh
Oooohhhh