A keresés eredménye

33 RPM

At night in the stairs, by the river.
You look at the dirt in the freshwater.
Your corpses, my corpses.
Dancing in the basement, arm-in-arm.
Our songs lie over the river.
Like music in bad times.
Flowing through veins, times, cities.
33 rotations per minute.
Hearts beat when we touch.
Blood humming in the feedback sound.
Something remains after the last chord.
Like tooth fragments on the michophone.
it doesn't matter
whether I sweat blood, cry bitter tears
Everything is bearable
It just must always have music there.
it doesn't matter
whether I sweat blood, cry bitter tears
Everything is bearable
It just must always have music there.
Some will stay for ever.
the others will never come back
But nobody really wants to forget it.
this feeling with the right sound.
it doesn't matter
whether I sweat blood, cry bitter tears
Everything is bearable
It just must always have music there.
it doesn't matter
whether I sweat blood, cry bitter tears
Everything is bearable
It just must always have music there.
We can be everything
This is what I believe in
Like a kiss from your lips
and an eye for an eye
On the highest city's roof top
on the dock under the harbor
have never danced so well
rarely slept so badly
it doesn't matter
whether I sweat blood, cry bitter tears
Everything is bearable
It just must always have music there.
It just must always have music there.
It just must always have music there.
It just must always have music there.
It just must always have music there.