Текст песни Stroke 9 - Down (Nasty Little Thoughts Version)
Stroke 9 - Down (Nasty Little Thoughts Version) слова песни
Frozen fingers on my skinGuilty hands clutching ginYour tin, thin eyes can`t see withinSoul to soul and skin to skin we burnAnd the silence won`t subsideAs I crawl to your scaly sideYour eyes could never hideMy eyes and all their prideMy shoulder to your face is so warmDim light from the moon outlines our formYou`re sinewy and shiftless and so forlornBetween here and there and everywhere you`re tornCarving out a piece for me, saving three for youSqueeze me tight and that`s allWaiting........waiting for youTo call out my name, speak to meAnd say that it`s alright to be on the wrong trackCall out my name, speak to meAnd say that it`s alrigh to be on the wrong trackThere`s a warm breeze in the city tonightSoft light makes every sad sight seem alrightAnd I`m spinning around and we`re holding tightSoul to soul and face to face we turn.....