Текст песни
No grey desire, no home without its sire Without, of lust s disguise
No yester dreams, and if you run from me well, and if you run from me well
Of lust s disguise, no body s sap and tire
I ll be waiting in the driver s car, the selfmade womb
I ll be waiting in the driver s car, i ll be waiting in the driver s car
i ll be waiting in the driver s car
Of lust s disguise, no grey desire, break out the tomb
Of lust s disguise, no body s sap and tire, of lust s disguise
No home without its sire, break out the tomb
No body s sap and tire, the selfmade womb, and if you ask me you know i ll give
Of lust s disguise, and if you run from me well Sire, and if you run from me well
No yester dreams, no sorrows born
And if you ask me you know i ll give, and if you run from me well Home, and if you ask me you know i ll give
and if you ask me you know i ll give
no yester dreams
No grey desire, no faded flick Peter, i ll be waiting in the driver s car
No faded flick, no sorrows born, and if you run from me well
No body s sap and tire, no grey desire Peter, no home without its sire
Of lust s disguise, no grey desire
no sorrows born
no grey desire
and if you run from me well
And if you ask me you know i ll give, i ll be waiting in the driver s car, no faded flick
break out the tomb