Idioma Origen:
Tell me who doesn't love
What can never come back
You can never forget how it used to feel
The illusion is deep
It's as deep as the night
I can tell by your tears you remember it all.
I am paralysed by the blood of Christ
Though it clouds my eyes
I can never stop.
How it feels to be dry
Walking bare in the sun
Every mirage I see is a mirage of you
As I cool in the twilight
Taste the salt on my skin
I recall all the tears
All the broken words.
I am paralysed by the blood of Christ
Though it clouds my eyes
I can never stop.
When the sunset's glow drifts away from you
You'll no longer know
If any of this was really true at all ...
I am paralysed by the blood of Christ
Though it clouds my eyes
I can never stop
Never stop.
Tell me who doesn't love
What can never come back
You can never forget how it used to feel.
I am paralysed by the blood of Christ
Though it clouds my eyes
I can never stop
Never stop.
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Idioma Destino:
Tell me who doesn't love
What can never come back
You can never forget how it used to feel
The illusion is deep
It's as deep as the night
I can tell by your tears you remember it all.
I am paralysed by the blood of Christ
Though it clouds my eyes
I can never stop.
How it feels to be dry
Walking bare in the sun
Every mirage I see is a mirage of you
As I cool in the twilight
Taste the salt on my skin
I recall all the tears
All the broken words.
I am paralysed by the blood of Christ
Though it clouds my eyes
I can never stop.
When the sunset's glow drifts away from you
You'll no longer know
If any of this was really true at all ...
I am paralysed by the blood of Christ
Though it clouds my eyes
I can never stop
Never stop.
Tell me who doesn't love
What can never come back
You can never forget how it used to feel.
I am paralysed by the blood of Christ
Though it clouds my eyes
I can never stop
Never stop.
www.tunerankings.com