Johanna Warren
black mass
Seleziona il linguaggio per tradurre questo testo
Fear is the weight we carry
from the cradle straight to our graves,
and love is the treasure we bury;
pain alternates with pleasure in beautiful waves
and you've been watching meâ
you say I emanate some strange magnetic power,
but don't be drawn to me;
I may be here today, but soon black moss will cover
over my dead body.
You've been a lot of placesâ
left me forgotten by your sideâ
and maybe the feeling's baseless,
but something still stirs in me when I look in your eyes,
'cause you've been kind to me;
I never quite believed you when you said it's over.
Well what is wrong with me?
I trusted youâyou watched me open like a flower
over my dead body.