And so I find myself here once again Budapest you tore my world apart
Worn with rope ends on my mind, torn with blood scarred in my eyes But now I'm back to shake that from my life Ending Theme, ending theme Ripping at the seams, for an opening Back again at Deak Ter It was the feeling of leaving myself that I could not bear The same old hotel room in Pest one night before the Sziget fest Hungarian Princess will you share my rest?
To rest my. ENDING THEME
ENDING THEME Ripping at the seams, for an opening to be honest I don't know what I'm looking for
sitting here as once before, weeks ago
and I have left all I thought was me to find out, to make sure if it was you or me that made me feel so free and real, but when we kiss I don't know, I just don't know 'cause it leaves a taste of emptiness, and I think What if I'm simply depressed? blind, just finding rest from my mind here in Budapest? confusing zest with the joy of being blessed with the bliss of self
and mixing my being unstressed with your being undressed and the taste of being true
with the fresh taste of me and you as we touch? I don't know but I saw so much of me in you, the me I've missed, the young and free in you but still, that doesn't mean a thing, may not mean anything about my needing you but I guess we had to meet, to be near, to make sure, and still my dear beyond this bed and that door, to be honest, I fear I just don't know ENDING THEME ENDING THEME Fanning flames to dreams of belonging
ENDING THEME ENDING THEME Ripping at the seams, for an opening (Johan Hallgren) to be honest I don't know what I'm looking for.
living here, watching you leave trough that door.
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