Song | Your Tempting Fantasy |
Artist | Project Pitchfork |
Album | Kaskade |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Jansen, Scheuber, Spilles | |
You knee in front of thee | |
You little wannabe | |
This is a last test | |
You thought you were the best | |
It looks into your eyes | |
Which used to hide your lies | |
They are so blue cold and empty | |
Then it touches your hair | |
And with a calm voice it will ask | |
Your final question | |
Do you feel | |
Do you think | |
Do you see | |
Do you hear | |
Do you know - love? | |
Was the beginning destination | |
And the reason for an end | |
You try to stay calm | |
The fear inside grows stronger | |
A hand on your cheek caresses your lips - | |
Which never kissed - but used to lie | |
They'll hide or change the truth no longer | |
No longer, no longer | |
As a hand slips now between your teeth - | |
Which just are white - | |
And used to bite the ones who gave you love | |
It forces and pushes your tongue | |
Slowly down your throat | |
You'll feel as if you inhale all your hate at once | |
It feels like a painful urge | |
When it grabs your lungs and slowly pulls them out | |
The same way you used to lie about - | |
Your feelings which you killed inside | |
So you got used to hate outside | |
You thought like this you rule the land | |
But look what I hold in my hand |
zuo ci : Jansen, Scheuber, Spilles | |
You knee in front of thee | |
You little wannabe | |
This is a last test | |
You thought you were the best | |
It looks into your eyes | |
Which used to hide your lies | |
They are so blue cold and empty | |
Then it touches your hair | |
And with a calm voice it will ask | |
Your final question | |
Do you feel | |
Do you think | |
Do you see | |
Do you hear | |
Do you know love? | |
Was the beginning destination | |
And the reason for an end | |
You try to stay calm | |
The fear inside grows stronger | |
A hand on your cheek caresses your lips | |
Which never kissed but used to lie | |
They' ll hide or change the truth no longer | |
No longer, no longer | |
As a hand slips now between your teeth | |
Which just are white | |
And used to bite the ones who gave you love | |
It forces and pushes your tongue | |
Slowly down your throat | |
You' ll feel as if you inhale all your hate at once | |
It feels like a painful urge | |
When it grabs your lungs and slowly pulls them out | |
The same way you used to lie about | |
Your feelings which you killed inside | |
So you got used to hate outside | |
You thought like this you rule the land | |
But look what I hold in my hand |
zuò cí : Jansen, Scheuber, Spilles | |
You knee in front of thee | |
You little wannabe | |
This is a last test | |
You thought you were the best | |
It looks into your eyes | |
Which used to hide your lies | |
They are so blue cold and empty | |
Then it touches your hair | |
And with a calm voice it will ask | |
Your final question | |
Do you feel | |
Do you think | |
Do you see | |
Do you hear | |
Do you know love? | |
Was the beginning destination | |
And the reason for an end | |
You try to stay calm | |
The fear inside grows stronger | |
A hand on your cheek caresses your lips | |
Which never kissed but used to lie | |
They' ll hide or change the truth no longer | |
No longer, no longer | |
As a hand slips now between your teeth | |
Which just are white | |
And used to bite the ones who gave you love | |
It forces and pushes your tongue | |
Slowly down your throat | |
You' ll feel as if you inhale all your hate at once | |
It feels like a painful urge | |
When it grabs your lungs and slowly pulls them out | |
The same way you used to lie about | |
Your feelings which you killed inside | |
So you got used to hate outside | |
You thought like this you rule the land | |
But look what I hold in my hand |