The clear blue sea beckons me.
A hard working man with cold sweat on his hands
The days drag by like dead animals
Why such a modest girl would sweet talk the sinners
Only her father would know
A cursed breath on her lips
The stage was set
I'm not leaving alone
There's something going on
Last night I knew it all
Routine has been killing a part of me
And it this galloping machine an innocent soul sleeps
Lord I believe that this could be the last one I need
And in all honesty this libertine
Is tired of living a g****** catastrophe
Everyone has lost someone
Burnt out the ends of these lonely years
Like corpses in dreams hardly dare to breathe,
We're changing faces through these dusty deeds
At her tender age love is an illusion
As the sun dives into the ocean we follow the lights
Lord I believe that this could be the last one I need
And in all honesty this libertine
Is tired of living a g****** catastrophe
There's something going on
Last night I knew it all
Routine has been killing a part of me
And it this galloping machine an innocent soul sleeps
Lord I believe that this could be the last one I need
And in all honesty this libertine
Is tired of living a g****** catastrophe [X2]
The clear blue sea beckons me.
A hard working man with cold sweat on his hands
The days drag by like dead animals
Why such a modest girl would sweet talk the sinners
Only her father would know
A cursed breath on her lips
The stage was set
I'm not leaving alone
There's something going on
Last night I knew it all
Routine has been killing a part of me
And it this galloping machine an innocent soul sleeps
Lord I believe that this could be the last one I need
And in all honesty this libertine
Is tired of living a g****** catastrophe
Everyone has lost someone
Burnt out the ends of these lonely years
Like corpses in dreams hardly dare to breathe,
We're changing faces through these dusty deeds
At her tender age love is an illusion
As the sun dives into the ocean we follow the lights
Lord I believe that this could be the last one I need
And in all honesty this libertine
Is tired of living a g****** catastrophe
There's something going on
Last night I knew it all
Routine has been killing a part of me
And it this galloping machine an innocent soul sleeps
Lord I believe that this could be the last one I need
And in all honesty this libertine
Is tired of living a g****** catastrophe [X2]
The clear blue sea beckons me.