The blinds here are so sharp and they cut,
The light from the primitive sun
You know I really wanted her
Society comes so highly loved,
and some tell that before its done
Before I lost the sight of her
My man, he finally closes the door
now the ferrow has woken,
My hands, I feel like I've been here before
She has already spoken
Anyway
There's No Reason to get hurt
You don't need to sell your shirt
To do the devil's work
You finally found your place
...
You know you'll always work
...
I saw someone who looked like you on
The platform of a railway station
From a younger era
The lights in the penthouse was still on
We all need somebody to love
...
My man, he quietly closes the door
...
My hands, I feel like I've been here before
She has already spoken
Anyway
There's no reason to get hurt
You don't need to sell your shirt
To do the devil's work.
You finally found your place
You know it's always worse
You know it's always worse
The light from the primitive sun
You know I really wanted her
Society comes so highly loved,
and some tell that before its done
Before I lost the sight of her
My man, he finally closes the door
now the ferrow has woken,
My hands, I feel like I've been here before
She has already spoken
Anyway
There's No Reason to get hurt
You don't need to sell your shirt
To do the devil's work
You finally found your place
...
You know you'll always work
...
I saw someone who looked like you on
The platform of a railway station
From a younger era
The lights in the penthouse was still on
We all need somebody to love
...
My man, he quietly closes the door
...
My hands, I feel like I've been here before
She has already spoken
Anyway
There's no reason to get hurt
You don't need to sell your shirt
To do the devil's work.
You finally found your place
You know it's always worse
You know it's always worse