Bright Light Social Hour
Sweet Madelene
Space is still the placeThe weight of weightless faces faces straightOur dreams are lies replacedWe reach out past the trace until it's goneSweet MadeleneYou don't know my nameDeep as the heatI can't stay the sameRed hands, suntipped pineA strange fruit left insideI will climb my way outI don't ever wanna turn aroundSweet MadeleneYou can let go of your ghostFruit from my lips drips on your whipping postSouthern charm, bred of harmSurrender to the sound so closeI will climb my way outI don't ever wanna turn around
Aus Songtexte Mania