Last Dance

Trying to make the things as they were before
Feeling off the ground and seeking cold
I'll embrace the things I used to own
Fighting for the freedom of my soul

But we burn out those days
Kneeling in front of haze
Mother please take me home
Mother come rest my soul
Mama oh

Making of our things before they rot
Fighting for the freedom of your soul
Making of our things before they rot
Lending of your lover
Fading in the shadow
Making every moment fake and cold

My darkening of love
Craving your lust
Melting of our lonely path
Love will tear us all apart

Lend your icy tide
Lend me your weary tide
Lend me your last dance
For love we hate



Credits
Writer(s): Michalis Latousakis
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