Feeding the Silence
Hold on to your teddy bears
Love is a drunk but nobody cares
Guarding the gate in the castles of shame
Well now here's a serious type
Living a life on the edge of a knife
Who would have thought he would slush through her pie
Love is what love does
Sour years sure turn fast
Flames into ashes, coals into dust
Feeding the silence
She loves her silk kimono
Painting her face in the colours of war
Writing her verse on the back of his shirts
Danger is everywhere where people dare
Loneliness is a domestic affair
Church in the morning, nighttime in hell
Feeding the silence
Lies bite like a rabid dog
Everyone lives in a quondam smoke
Suddenly something appears to go wrong
Street light by the edge of the night
Stars turn pale and faces white
Eyeshades and lipsticks to cover her mistakes
Rail and wail and rest in tears
Fall takes its toll on the bushes and trees
You can follow the sun or wait for the breeze
Feeding the silence
After a while she said: "Allein"!
Travelled abroad to start a new lie
Where she is famous, queen of the sailors
She had a remarkable time
Now it's all past she's a waste of a rhyme
Spoiling her liver with wine after dinner
Ruins are worshiped by winds and waves
Constant reminders of wasted space
Gloria transit, gloria fades
Gloria's taking a nap in the rye
Faking her days, inventing her night
Falling through the endless times
Minding the blood on the moon in the river
Love is a drunk but nobody cares
Guarding the gate in the castles of shame
Well now here's a serious type
Living a life on the edge of a knife
Who would have thought he would slush through her pie
Love is what love does
Sour years sure turn fast
Flames into ashes, coals into dust
Feeding the silence
She loves her silk kimono
Painting her face in the colours of war
Writing her verse on the back of his shirts
Danger is everywhere where people dare
Loneliness is a domestic affair
Church in the morning, nighttime in hell
Feeding the silence
Lies bite like a rabid dog
Everyone lives in a quondam smoke
Suddenly something appears to go wrong
Street light by the edge of the night
Stars turn pale and faces white
Eyeshades and lipsticks to cover her mistakes
Rail and wail and rest in tears
Fall takes its toll on the bushes and trees
You can follow the sun or wait for the breeze
Feeding the silence
After a while she said: "Allein"!
Travelled abroad to start a new lie
Where she is famous, queen of the sailors
She had a remarkable time
Now it's all past she's a waste of a rhyme
Spoiling her liver with wine after dinner
Ruins are worshiped by winds and waves
Constant reminders of wasted space
Gloria transit, gloria fades
Gloria's taking a nap in the rye
Faking her days, inventing her night
Falling through the endless times
Minding the blood on the moon in the river
Credits
Writer(s): Vladimir Pechnikov
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