Idioma Origen:
Well-paid Jesus, vicious nails by tired angels of mine
Fresh taste of first light when they do come down
Skin-deep memories of siren lullabies
Sealed from us, from me from everything you go
Despair you tend to bring to me, to us,
To everything with tide comes.
Holy water, she's breaking those waves
Holy water, she's breathing those waves
The silence keeps her sane
Tainted sounds from haunted throats
Iron tears on satin sheets
Silver spoon, bread through pain
Ether eye has never seen
Where dirty hands have never been
Sealed from us, from me from everything you go
Despair you tend to bring to me, to us,
To everything with tide comes.
Holy water, she's breaking those waves
Holy water, she's breathing those waves
The silence keeps her sane
Idioma Destino:
Well-paid Jesus, vicious nails by tired angels of mine
Fresh taste of first light when they do come down
Skin-deep memories of siren lullabies
Sealed from us, from me from everything you go
Despair you tend to bring to me, to us,
To everything with tide comes.
Holy water, she's breaking those waves
Holy water, she's breathing those waves
The silence keeps her sane
Tainted sounds from haunted throats
Iron tears on satin sheets
Silver spoon, bread through pain
Ether eye has never seen
Where dirty hands have never been
Sealed from us, from me from everything you go
Despair you tend to bring to me, to us,
To everything with tide comes.
Holy water, she's breaking those waves
Holy water, she's breathing those waves
The silence keeps her sane