Текст песни Loose Lips - Natascha Polké

Loose lips sink ships
Loose lips sink ships
Loose lips sink ships
Loose lips sink

We're out on stormy waters
Lured out by their calls
Cross invisible boarders
Our feet are seeking ground

Their whispers they are pulling
Caught in visions streams
Your vision's getting blurry
So wrapped up in the deep

Hear their voices calling
Like salt cut through our skin
Twisted words of poison
Slowly seeping in

Come hold me a bit closer
Before you're giving in
Feel my warmth before they
Take you away from here

Loose lips sink ships
Loose lips sink ships
Loose lips sink ships
Loose lips sink

Loose lips sink ships
Loose lips sink ships
Loose lips sink ships
Loose lips sink