Gill

歌詞

Your eyes behind the door crack The food tastes like your lips smack Your smell sneaks through the flowers And tortures me for hours I switch it on and here we go Your voice come through the stereo In all these narrow spaces And all these little places I see some of your faces To feel is more or less in vain The only feeling left is pain To be awake is useless too One wouldn't wait for nothing new Not even sleep Is a place to withdrew In all these narrow spaces And all these little places I see some of your faces