Mad Trist Like A Perfume
I'll wait until
The night is still
And you're asleep
So quietly
A window lock
That you forgot
No sight no sound
Invisible
Then I tip-toe down your hall
I'll cut your wires one by one
We will dance
Like a perfume
She made me cruel
I'm drawn into
A hunter's moon
Then I tip-toe down your hall
I'll cut your wires one by one
We will dance
Coming closer, getting warm
I hide behind your curtains now
Gentle sin, I'm closing in
Veiled caress, unfold your dress
We will dance, we will dance
I will wait until
The night is still
And you're asleep
So quitely
Like a perfume
She made me cruel
Our hidden song
We'll dance till dawn
