The wrinkles on my face are dusty and dark
as the scratches on a record forgotten in the attic
but the night that will comes
knows all my prayers better
she will clasp me in her arms
she will crumble me as a bun
the moon has drunk too much
she's drowned into her scotch
but i'll count the sheep,i'll count my breathes,
i'll count the b***s on my lips,
the autumn leaves,the can of beer,
the newborn tears,the glasses filled,
the human fears,theunpayed bills,
the fish of the sea...
No whale will sing tonight
no zodiac will give me a light
1000 flaming dragonflies
make my way through the ice
but downthere,we are just a number,
a dive into the air,
the memory of a tale
if you could go under my cold and trembling skin
and if you could stop my breathe..
Only then you would stop me.
as the scratches on a record forgotten in the attic
but the night that will comes
knows all my prayers better
she will clasp me in her arms
she will crumble me as a bun
the moon has drunk too much
she's drowned into her scotch
but i'll count the sheep,i'll count my breathes,
i'll count the b***s on my lips,
the autumn leaves,the can of beer,
the newborn tears,the glasses filled,
the human fears,theunpayed bills,
the fish of the sea...
No whale will sing tonight
no zodiac will give me a light
1000 flaming dragonflies
make my way through the ice
but downthere,we are just a number,
a dive into the air,
the memory of a tale
if you could go under my cold and trembling skin
and if you could stop my breathe..
Only then you would stop me.