Duncan Sheik. Lover From Hell. Zeneszám
Once, it was good
It was everything
Once, it was good
It was song
Then you pretended, it was meant to be
But somehow you knew it was wrong
Somehow you knew?
Once, she drew you to her endless days
Haunted you all that you held
And when she whispered, lover be with me
Sweet the confusion you felt
Sweet and confused?
When it was good
The nights were so fine
Swilling her sadness
Like sweet holy wine
You?d kiss her sword
And still want more of her
More, more, more
More of the perfumed milk of her spell
The lover from hell
Once she moved through you, like memory
Harvest moon pulling her tide
Rising and falling?reverie
A part of you always, denied
Hewn heavy heart
Once, all she knew was a mystery
Was she confused, who could tell
But she would get to you...listening
Lover she knew you, so well
Lover she knew?
When it was good
The nights were so fine
Swilling her sadness
Like sweet holy wine
Sipping it slow
Oh baby?yes
The tears that would flow
Each one a caress
You?d kiss her sword
And still want more of her
More, more, more
More of the perfumed milk, of her spell
The lover from hell
She?d whisper, lover, come be with me
The lover from hell
It was everything
Once, it was good
It was song
Then you pretended, it was meant to be
But somehow you knew it was wrong
Somehow you knew?
Once, she drew you to her endless days
Haunted you all that you held
And when she whispered, lover be with me
Sweet the confusion you felt
Sweet and confused?
When it was good
The nights were so fine
Swilling her sadness
Like sweet holy wine
You?d kiss her sword
And still want more of her
More, more, more
More of the perfumed milk of her spell
The lover from hell
Once she moved through you, like memory
Harvest moon pulling her tide
Rising and falling?reverie
A part of you always, denied
Hewn heavy heart
Once, all she knew was a mystery
Was she confused, who could tell
But she would get to you...listening
Lover she knew you, so well
Lover she knew?
When it was good
The nights were so fine
Swilling her sadness
Like sweet holy wine
Sipping it slow
Oh baby?yes
The tears that would flow
Each one a caress
You?d kiss her sword
And still want more of her
More, more, more
More of the perfumed milk, of her spell
The lover from hell
She?d whisper, lover, come be with me
The lover from hell
Duncan Sheik
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