Press Play To Listen To:
Odalisque - By Crime In Stereo
Odalisque
By Crime In Stereo
It starts, in the unbearable dark.
Throw your body on the bad days
I made an art, of moving on
It sparks, the age of quarrel in your heart
Throw your body on the bad days
On all the midnight's of tomorrow
Wait
No one, hears us
Enjoy, the soft science of your voice
On a day no one can catch us
I made a life, of making noise
I’ve sung, The Age Of Octeen, in your lungs
Throw your body on the panic
Feed the sadness, on your tongue
Wait
No one, hears us
Throw your body, on the panic
On the tragic chemistry
On the sadness
In the spaces in between
Throw your body, on the bad days
No comments:
Post a Comment