Got that feeling of standing still
the shudder of winters coming chill
Got that distance in my eyes frozen paintings of all my alibies
And I've got the urge to leave this room
but it has become my home
In this dark and familiar gloom
my features are turning to stone
Slowly
holy takes hold of me
Got those pale trousers warming my will
intoxicating love
while I survive another one Got that pale jacket clinging to me
they keep me from standing to still
I just know that I'll never be free And I've got the urge to undress myself
but I dare not show my skin
Cause this damp and familiar gloom
has become what I am within Slowly
holy
intoxicating love
takes hold of me
while I survive another one.
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