Song | Pleasure Victim |
Artist | Berlin |
Album | Pleasure Victim |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Crawford | |
We touched there was temperature | |
I'm not the same | |
Now I'm passing through your door | |
It's a pleasure game | |
You're the object of my smile | |
I'm a life machine | |
Sentimental sound on sound | |
Time to switch the scene | |
You're the passion in me | |
You've broken down the system | |
You're the vision | |
I seeA pleasure victim | |
Simple figures fill my mind | |
Some I recognize | |
Bodies always look the same | |
Never see their eyes | |
To the touch there's always you | |
How can I erase your | |
Flaming candles, whispered words | |
Then your soft embrace | |
You're the passion in me | |
You've broken down the system | |
You're the vision | |
I seeA pleasure victim | |
To the touch there's always you | |
How can I erase your | |
Flaming candles, whispered words | |
Then your soft embrace | |
You're the passion in me | |
You've broken down the system | |
You're the vision | |
I seeA pleasure victim | |
You're the passion in me | |
You've broken down the system | |
You're the vision | |
I seeA pleasure victim |
zuo ci : Crawford | |
We touched there was temperature | |
I' m not the same | |
Now I' m passing through your door | |
It' s a pleasure game | |
You' re the object of my smile | |
I' m a life machine | |
Sentimental sound on sound | |
Time to switch the scene | |
You' re the passion in me | |
You' ve broken down the system | |
You' re the vision | |
I seeA pleasure victim | |
Simple figures fill my mind | |
Some I recognize | |
Bodies always look the same | |
Never see their eyes | |
To the touch there' s always you | |
How can I erase your | |
Flaming candles, whispered words | |
Then your soft embrace | |
You' re the passion in me | |
You' ve broken down the system | |
You' re the vision | |
I seeA pleasure victim | |
To the touch there' s always you | |
How can I erase your | |
Flaming candles, whispered words | |
Then your soft embrace | |
You' re the passion in me | |
You' ve broken down the system | |
You' re the vision | |
I seeA pleasure victim | |
You' re the passion in me | |
You' ve broken down the system | |
You' re the vision | |
I seeA pleasure victim |
zuò cí : Crawford | |
We touched there was temperature | |
I' m not the same | |
Now I' m passing through your door | |
It' s a pleasure game | |
You' re the object of my smile | |
I' m a life machine | |
Sentimental sound on sound | |
Time to switch the scene | |
You' re the passion in me | |
You' ve broken down the system | |
You' re the vision | |
I seeA pleasure victim | |
Simple figures fill my mind | |
Some I recognize | |
Bodies always look the same | |
Never see their eyes | |
To the touch there' s always you | |
How can I erase your | |
Flaming candles, whispered words | |
Then your soft embrace | |
You' re the passion in me | |
You' ve broken down the system | |
You' re the vision | |
I seeA pleasure victim | |
To the touch there' s always you | |
How can I erase your | |
Flaming candles, whispered words | |
Then your soft embrace | |
You' re the passion in me | |
You' ve broken down the system | |
You' re the vision | |
I seeA pleasure victim | |
You' re the passion in me | |
You' ve broken down the system | |
You' re the vision | |
I seeA pleasure victim |