Harmful Simple Touch
Get in to crawl with all your grace... canÂ'Â't stand the wrong within Blame the disarmed and give in...
to face the game of passion To set things clear your departure is near Straight in the backyard of decay
Far away, far away from here... I met a man who wasnÂ't there
He wasnÂ't there again I wish heÂ'd stay away Just lie and try to remain Pleasures in a foolÂ's black garden
Far away, far away from here... I met a man who wasnÂ't there
Anyhow you can, anyhow you will How does it feel to recall all thatÂ's real in the end... to relent
