Creep
There is no sense of god to be found on my knees
Where the heart and heat scorching inside of that needs
I'm a creep, I plead for misdeed
The bug smells the greatest from afar
Could I only have its sense
I would feel that wings are shining under her shell
And I'd take the way to the far strawberry bush
And then
I am dropping into your blossoms
Rotting to a swamp
It's late
It's late, I am going forward
Going backward
Going that constantly it's
No shiver haunts him
No color blinds him
And nothing hurts
Where the heart and heat scorching inside of that needs
I'm a creep, I plead for misdeed
The bug smells the greatest from afar
Could I only have its sense
I would feel that wings are shining under her shell
And I'd take the way to the far strawberry bush
And then
I am dropping into your blossoms
Rotting to a swamp
It's late
It's late, I am going forward
Going backward
Going that constantly it's
No shiver haunts him
No color blinds him
And nothing hurts
Credits
Writer(s): Anja Plaschg, Ingeborg Bachmann
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.