Текст песни The Mad Trist - Like A Perfume

I’ll wait until
The night is still
And you’re asleep
So quietly

A window lock
That you forgot
No sight no sound
Invisible

Then I tip-toe down your hall
I’ll cut your wires one by one
We will dance

Like a perfume
She made me cruel
I’m drawn into
A hunter’s moon

Then I tip-toe down your hall
I’ll cut your wires one by one
We will dance
Coming closer getting warm
I hide behind your curtains now

Gentle sin, I’m closing in
Veiled caress, unfold your dress
We will dance, we will dance

I will wait until
The night is still
And you’re asleep
So quietly

Like a perfume
She made me cruel
Our hidden song
We’ll dance till dawn
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