Vídeo de música
Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
See Through Dresses
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mathew Carroll
Composer
Letra
Nostradamus, tell me
Write her name in verse
Will she return this year
To hold my hand, return me to my curse
Near the dead end sea
Where the gulls will pick me clean
I can hear her sickly voice
I give my flesh to eat
Near the killing fields, I lay me down to sleep
My body sick, my mind decayed
No one to hate but me
Come and find me, before I drown
Let it pull you in, let it drag you out
So dead in love, so tired of waiting
Take me away with you
Get lost in living
So dead in love, so tired of wasting time
I wish I could I wish I could I wish I could
But I"m always stuck behind the glass
You were right
Why should I care
Everyone I know is everyone I owe
If you come inside, we can talk all night
You could sing to me
I'll hold you as we sleep
Writer(s): Mnikelo Adriaan Tshoma
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