Song | Fading Away |
Artist | The Church |
Album | Gold Afternoon Fix |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Don't come to pieces in my hand | |
White stars reflecting dust and sand | |
That perfume makes me think of grief | |
Shake the faith shake the belief | |
Who's there to say that we're living this moment | |
Feels like i'm in a play | |
The sets and the props of this, your apartment | |
Seem to be fading away, fading away | |
So i wander through these rooms | |
I feel the orbit of the moons | |
And i dream what i become | |
And all's forgotten by the sun |