The Echo Of Pleasure
Locked in your bedroom, the others distracted
Like sisters in secret you asked
With unusual substance, if I wished I could feel it
Like the first or the second time we met
A rush then desire, a rush then desire
You cut me in
Though I knew I never was
Like you, beautiful, like you, born to rule
I can hear it still, faint and chill
The echo of pleasure, echo of pleasure
Can't return, can't return
Just fade into these silent days
Oh, the echo of pleasure, echo of pleasure
I was young and sick with love
Now I'm sick with something else
The curve of your spine as you knelt to your idol
Hollow and holier you swore
It was only for pleasure, the rush then desire
You turned on me, though I knew I never was
Like you, scared to live, like you, full of shit
I can hear it still, I can hear it still
The echo of pleasure, echo of pleasure
Can't return, can't return
Just fade into these silent days
Oh, the echo of pleasure, echo of pleasure
I was young and sick with love
Now I'm sick with something else
That was then and this is nowhere
You are nowhere near
That was then and this is nowhere
'Cause you are nowhere near
And I can still hear
The echo of pleasure, echo of pleasure
Can't return
Just fade into these silent days
Oh, the echo of pleasure, echo of pleasure
I was young and sick with love
Now I'm sick with something else
Oh, the echo of pleasure, echo of pleasure
Echo of pleasure, echo of pleasure
Echo of pleasure, echo of pleasure
Echo of pleasure, echo of pleasure
Echo of pleasure, echo of pleasure
Echo of pleasure, echo of pleasure
Like sisters in secret you asked
With unusual substance, if I wished I could feel it
Like the first or the second time we met
A rush then desire, a rush then desire
You cut me in
Though I knew I never was
Like you, beautiful, like you, born to rule
I can hear it still, faint and chill
The echo of pleasure, echo of pleasure
Can't return, can't return
Just fade into these silent days
Oh, the echo of pleasure, echo of pleasure
I was young and sick with love
Now I'm sick with something else
The curve of your spine as you knelt to your idol
Hollow and holier you swore
It was only for pleasure, the rush then desire
You turned on me, though I knew I never was
Like you, scared to live, like you, full of shit
I can hear it still, I can hear it still
The echo of pleasure, echo of pleasure
Can't return, can't return
Just fade into these silent days
Oh, the echo of pleasure, echo of pleasure
I was young and sick with love
Now I'm sick with something else
That was then and this is nowhere
You are nowhere near
That was then and this is nowhere
'Cause you are nowhere near
And I can still hear
The echo of pleasure, echo of pleasure
Can't return
Just fade into these silent days
Oh, the echo of pleasure, echo of pleasure
I was young and sick with love
Now I'm sick with something else
Oh, the echo of pleasure, echo of pleasure
Echo of pleasure, echo of pleasure
Echo of pleasure, echo of pleasure
Echo of pleasure, echo of pleasure
Echo of pleasure, echo of pleasure
Echo of pleasure, echo of pleasure
Credits
Writer(s): Kip Berman, Kelly Pratt
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