The moon has nothing to be said about
Obscene bikinis hide in the dunes
I cannot touch you. Nothing burns
Doom consummate that appetite
I'm never coming home (x 4)
"I had my chances. I've tried and tried"
"How write these sheets are. The faces have no features"
The hunt is on and sprung the trap
Her greed has set the woods aflame
What fires run, what craving wakes?
Doom consummate that appetite
I'm never coming home (x 4)
"I had my chances. I've tried and tried"
"How write these sheets are. The faces have no features"
I had my chances (x tante volte)