Splendid Horror
Jeg dyrker røttene
Til min egen vrede
Og ser mine spirer gro
I en kamp mot minegen glede
prøver jeg å slikke mine sår
Da jeg ikke lenger lot dem drepe
Og jeg så kilden til minegen ro
Skal minegen spire av meg selv
Bli til en mektig skog
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(Crowe / Cochran)
Well I'm doing it again
I'm searing inside your picture
I'm supposed to be your friend
So I adjust what you want me to think
And I wonder what I'd do - if you blinked
Reached out and touched me
It's a wonder that I get any sleep
When the woman I need is so far out of reach
When we touch and when we talk
Our needs are the same
Well I ache for more of - What's her name?
What's her name?
What's her name?
And I know those earrings
And I have seen parts of that dress
And her hands sparkle with promises
Secrets I'm nev
Well I'm doing it again
I'm searing inside your picture
I'm supposed to be your friend
So I adjust what you want me to think
And I wonder what I'd do - if you blinked
Reached out and touched me
It's a wonder that I get any sleep
When the woman I need is so far out of reach
When we touch and when we talk
Our needs are the same
Well I ache for more of - What's her name?
What's her name?
What's her name?
And I know those earrings
And I have seen parts of that dress
And her hands sparkle with promises
Secrets I'm nev