Knocked to the ground by the subtle thunder
Shackled and bound by the sound of your voice
Wandering around in silent wonder
What chance did I have
With the silver moon
Hanging in the sky
Opening old wounds
Taking hold of the hem of your dress
Cleanliness only comes in small doses
Bodily whole but my head's in a mess
Fuelling obsession that borders psychosis
It's a sad disease
Creeping through my mind
Causing disabilities
Of the strangest kind
Getting lost in the folds of your skirt
There's a price that I pay for my mission
A body in heaven and a mind full of dirt
How I suffer the sweetest condition
Taken in by the delicate noise
Knocked to the ground by the subtle thunder
Shackled and bound by the sound of your voice
Wandering around in silent wonder
Taken in by the delicate noise Knocked to the ground by the subtle thunder Shackled and bound by the sound of your voice Wandering around in silent wonder What chance did I have With the silver moon Hanging in the sky Opening old wounds Taking hold of the hem of your dress Cleanliness only comes in small doses Bodily whole but my head's in a mess Fuelling obsession that borders psychosis It's a sad disease Creeping through my mind Causing disabilities Of the strangest kind Getting lost in the folds of your skirt There's a price that I pay for my mission A body in heaven and a mind full of dirt How I suffer the sweetest condition Taken in by the delicate noise Knocked to the ground by the subtle thunder Shackled and bound by the sound of your voice Wandering around in silent wonder Explain Request ×
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