Added on 2 May 2019

Album

Couleurs des Astres

Year of creation

2019

Credits and thanks

Lyrics :

Every night I see them gleaming
Ocean eyes and hair of gold
And I’ll be the one suffering from their curse
Poisoning my mind, trying to get me down
I hear my demons wake up down below, below

Every time I close my tired eyes
I can feel your soft white skin
And you will be feeding all these boiling imps
That will go dancing ‘til the liberating dawn
Rendering my senses up to blow, to blow

All my troubles seem to get bigger every time our two faces align (and)
All my troubles worsen when you say that you are fine

You filled my heart with the Gods’ wine
Before smashing it up fine
And had I been drinking it before the blow
It may have stained my soul with its pure glow
But now the demons use it for their show, their show

All my troubles seem to get bigger every time our two faces align (and)
All my troubles worsen when you say that you are fine

Will you ever let me rest my soul again I beg you please just go away

All my troubles seem to get bigger every time our two faces align (and)
All my troubles worsen when you say that you are fine

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