I'm not the same
Now I'm passing through your door
You're the object of of my smile
I'm a life machine
It's a pleasure game
Sentimental sound on sound
You've broken down the system
Time to switch the scene
You're the passion in me
You're the vision I see
A pleasure victim
Some I recognize
Simple figures fill my mind
Bodies always look the same
To the touch there's always you
Never see their eyes
Flaming candles, whispered words
Then your soft embracehow can I erase your
We touched there was temperture I'm not the same Now I'm passing through your door You're the object of of my smile I'm a life machine It's a pleasure game Sentimental sound on sound You've broken down the system Time to switch the scene You're the passion in me You're the vision I see A pleasure victim Some I recognize Simple figures fill my mind Bodies always look the same To the touch there's always you Never see their eyes Flaming candles, whispered words Then your soft embracehow can I erase your Explain Request ×
Lyrics taken from
/lyrics/b/berlin/pleasure_victim.html
