: Reformation Bleak and tired Western skies Silence crashing with quiet lies Shattered glass reflects elation Reformation, Reformation. I saw you
: Instrumental
: We're building fires that will burn until morning the smell of books and hot stone surround us Tough is the leather that strapped to my skin strong
: Ooh I don't get it, what the hell it is All the things we say In the papers, oh, read the papers Read them yesterday You hear it again from another
: We are the night, we'll tempt you and turn you on. Live in our hearts and play with your man. Oh these are your toys hold them and they'll obey, from
: Blue sing La Lune sing Lagoon the visions are making me stay the art is pretending it's art the quetion is where do you pay ? Unpack my case one more
: Soldier is turning see him through white light running from strangers see you in the valley war upon war heat upon heat To cut a long story short I
: Oh Mandolin, oh mandolin Waiting in the dark Centuries passed down upon Your smooth Venetian skin Memories oh memories Lay stains upon your heart
: Glow, take out this foreign heart, wash oof the sand that seeps out through my eyes, I've still sleep in my eyes. Cold, cold's how we felt so long,
Instrumental
Ooh I don't get it, what the hell it is All the things we say In the papers, oh, read the papers Read them yesterday You hear it again from another
Glow, take out this foreign heart, wash oof the sand that seeps out through my eyes, I've still sleep in my eyes. Cold, cold's how we felt so long, accuse
Oh Mandolin, oh mandolin Waiting in the dark Centuries passed down upon Your smooth Venetian skin Memories oh memories Lay stains upon your heart When
We're building fires that will burn until morning the smell of books and hot stone surround us Tough is the leather that strapped to my skin strong are
Reformation Bleak and tired Western skies Silence crashing with quiet lies Shattered glass reflects elation Reformation, Reformation. I saw you running
Blue sing La Lune sing Lagoon the visions are making me stay the art is pretending it's art the quetion is where do you pay ? Unpack my case one more
We are the night, we'll tempt you and turn you on. Live in our hearts and play with your man. Oh these are your toys hold them and they'll obey, from
Soldier is turning see him through white light running from strangers see you in the valley war upon war heat upon heat To cut a long story short I lost
