Текст песни Ghouls - Icarus

Champagne
Shoot across the sky
Nothing but good times
The world's ours tonight

Reminiscence
Memories of past
Might show what's to come
Better learn from it fast

Go ahead and call me a cynic
But some things just won't last
The hours turn into minutes
The worst is yet to come

Summer days
Slowly turn into darkness
I notice
As the ghouls
Are reaching out through the night for me

Summer days
Slowly turn into darkness
It's hopeless
As the ghouls
Are dragging me back into the night

Handshakes
Knives behind the back
Dressing me up
They're in it for blood

Losing Color
Feeling a bit cold
I'm pale as a corpse
But I'm wearing their crown

Go ahead and call me a cynic
But some things just won't last
The hours turn into minutes
The worst is yet to come

Summer days
Slowly turn into darkness
I notice
As the ghouls
Are reaching out through the night for me

Summer days
Slowly turn into darkness
It's hopeless
As the ghouls
Are dragging me back into the night

Summer days
Slowly turn into darkness
I notice
As the ghouls
Are reaching out through the night for me

Summer days
Slowly turn into darkness
It's hopeless
As the ghouls
Are dragging me back into the night