Covette. After All. Zeneszám

The cold my love
is much cooler then the frost beneath my lungs
a sudden touch will break the thought of us
clearing out our minds from all the lust
and all the time worth giving in

after all of this ends (will you)
count the blessings gave with my hand
put back the fire that burns underneath us
after all of this ends (will you)

surprised to see you up on your feet killing men for money
cant trust the scent of caring humanity
pouring out their hands with the help in need take
a good look at nothing

after all of this ends (will you)
count the blessings gave with my hand
put back the fire that burns underneath us
after all of this ends (will you)

18 months have passed
dead flowers grow from my chest
the roots, they steal the years... leaving decades bent and bruised

after all of this ends (will you)
count the blessings gave with my hand
put back the fire that burns underneath us
after all of this ends (will you)

(Thanks to J Dub for these lyrics)