Текст песни The Gathering - Debris
The Gathering - Debris слова песни
Darling, babyDon`t say maybeDisobey me, I`ll beLike a bad pennyI twist the truthI love your youthYou`re losing gripTake a trip, you,You`re going downGoing downYou`re going downLike fallen angelsI will mesmeriseYou will paralyseFramed in your gameSlowly fadingNo one knowingWe are throughCount your blessingsCount to eighteenSouls to perishFor a few stolen dreams onlyAs we`ve walked down the alleyOn the misty afternoonNo one looked back nor forwardThe city walls felt distantNever at our reachWe`re sentenced to your worldYou`re going downYou`re going downWith meYou`re going down with meI will mesmeriseYou will paralyseLike fallen angels