Berlin - Pleasure Victim - text písně

We touched there was temperture
i'm not the same
now i'm passing through your door
it's a pleasure game

you're the object of of my smile
i'm a life machine
sentimental sound on sound
time to switch the scene

you're the passion in me
you've broken down the system
you're the vision i see
a pleasure victim

simple figures fill my mind
some i recognize
bodies always look the same
never see their eyes

to the touch there's always you
how can i erase your
flaming candles, whispered words
then your soft embrace

Přidal: Ondra dne 28. 12. 2008 v 16:13.
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