The Brothel

Purple pavement
Crookfingers knocking on windows without souls
Bodies are swinging from rooftops and poles
Howling through hollows
Restless nights and one night cheap hotels
Am I only drifting to always come back

And I search for something
Oh, whatever I don't really care
Driving with their lights off they can be anywhere

You cover your eyes, you cover your mouth, you cover your ears
Still you follow my trail
I'll do it all, I'll do whatever you say, God has left me anyway

There are echoes in the garden is anybody listening
There are echoes lost in the garden is anybody listening
They whisper
The ones who are only living are the ones who are only dying



Credits
Writer(s): Lars Horntveth, Susanne Sundfor
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