My body's certain Call on a different night I'm alone My body's certain Call from a distant wide open zone
Give it up Don't try to be different She's caught in a rip Caught in a wave Give it up Don't lie, tell me different Gets harder to reach Harder to save
Waited all my life, dear Out those ashes I'll appear Still before life! Still ironic Still I want it Still alone!
My body's certain Caught by a different tide and I'm thrown Nothing for certain Caught in the distance Guidе me alone
Send mе up Don't lie, you're not different She's caught in a web Caught in wave Send me up Don't try, tell me listen She's calling away The calling you crave
Waited all my life, dear Out those ashes I'll appear Still before life! Still ironic Still I want it Still alone!
Shame Heating me up I catch your flame Some call it love I call it shame Heating me up I catch your flame Some call it love I call it shame Heating me up I catch your flame Some call it love I call it shame Heating me up I catch your flame Some call it love I call it
Compositores: William Charles Archer (William Archer), Nilufer Nilufer Yanya (Nilufer Yanya) ECAD: Obra #44832732