Jazzlatex - Bile текст песни

Bile
My fingers in bile
Downward falling the sky

Soul is twisting,
Mind deep in smoke,
Fingers wet
…The beat inside
The creatures playing roles,
Eyes pale,
Just pale pain
…Filling up my mind

Touch - invisible
Breathe - so deep
Feel - so sharp
…I’m without you
Glass so cold,
Light comes down,
Silent corner
…You are my fingers

Pam lines
Just running away,
Find place
Place to stay
Beating soul
Is that a blow?
I love you-
No way to go!