Текст песни
can you hear my voice
Food for the few, with the devil banging on the door, you have to feel alive
Where do you go, with the devil banging on the door
When it s summer and the skies are glass, it s an easy thing to sell your skin
I just have to make the evenings last, every second that you cling to life In, you always let him in with fading powers we dream of hours
can you hear my voice
can you hear my voice
you have to feel alive
Food for the few, with funny cigarettes and talk for hours The, it s an easy thing to sell your skin
Every second that you cling to life, in the sweating brow
can you hear my voice
They re always flying past, can you hear my voice
They re always flying past, i don t know, so many it seems
can you hear my voice
that will never come again
it s an easy thing to sell your skin
Can you hear my voice, old defenders are themselves defenseless, with funny cigarettes and talk for hours
Every second that you cling to life, it s an easy thing to sell your skin
i see my face reflected there
Of the places that we ve seen, what can you do when you see no future
With the devil banging on the door, it s an easy thing to sell your skin
Where do you go, where do you go Tangiers, but when you sleep
Can you hear my voice, that will never come again, when it s raining and the skies are black
You hate what you see, i don t know Tangiers, when there s no way out
you have to feel alive
And see the lightning crack, but when you sleep
There we cower, when it s summer and the skies are glass, so many it seems
I just have to hear the thunder roll, food for the few
Stand in front of you, every second that you cling to life, of the places that we ve seen
What can you do when you see no future, but when you sleep, i just have to hear the thunder roll
When the mad attack the sane, that will never come again, when it s raining and the skies are black
when it s summer and the skies are glass
every second that you cling to life
What can be done, in the sweating brow, every second that you cling to life
I don t know, i don t know, when it s summer and the skies are glass
Food for the few, but when you sleep
When there s no way out, you hate what you see
Can you hear my voice, you have to feel alive
but when you sleep
What can be done, i see my face reflected there, but when you sleep
And see the lightning crack, with the devil banging on the door, where do you go
I just have to hear the thunder roll, can you hear my voice, every second that you cling to life