Lyrics
I slipped into the cloak you left
I fiddle around in the ashtray
To find your cigarette pinkish red
I light it and take a drag
I swear I'm losing it
With all these erased recordings, I'm rearranging parts
You should accept
We'll probably remain this way to the end, in steps
Underneath the sheets, I find your
Makeup and shoes in a bag laid open
Grab my keys and some money
And circle around the lake
I guess you're losing it
I like to believe that maybe you're a lot likе me
Try using this equality we might need in thе air
'Cause there are no more left like you
A picture-perfect strange
Imagined in one shape
Unchained
Tempt my spirit within my name
We crawled in the tomb and release some honey
1800 million ways striving to make it last
There is no one left like you
A picture-perfect strange
Imagined in one shape
Unchained
There are no more thrills I'll need
Than the desire that we shared
From the channels of our dreams
To the grave
I'll find you again somewhere, I believe
You'll find me somewhere again, I believe
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