Текст песни Tyla - North Of Darkness
Tyla - North Of Darkness слова песни
The pagan rites of the wild bunch they stare at me from afarPointing the finger of evidence as I rage in my carI drive around the city looking for victims to useI drag them down with me in my world of self abuseSilver tongued black witches who try to steel my soul as I sleepThey are thwarted by my strength of deceptionThat I`ve inherited from the meekBut somewhere north of darkness I hear wolves callAnd somewhere north of darkness I hear her callMy etiquette was left dying at the doorThe prozac haze that she swam through merely crashed out on the floorHer eyes took the subway where the train of confusion caught her soulIt rode her to the edge of time and then it let her goAnd somewhere north of darkness I hear wolves callAnd somewhere north of darkness I hear her call