Fox, gone mad
This song is about insane love and readiness for everything.
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I'd have drowned in the eternal pain
Just give me a flash of pleasure
Bury his body underground
And I'll seek my precious treasure there
If you want - hurt me, I won't run
This blood's bittersweet
Touch and I will melt
Don't give what take
The sweetest death
And if they'll
Take me away
Entirely helpless
Blindfolded so tight
In the trunk of the car
Where my ears are filled
With the only sound of tires
Leave me trapped
Without rescue chance
Put on a chain
I will still find
A way back like
Fox, gone mad.
Closer, farther, can't keep up with this man
Running from himself
With closed eyes in the mirror day to day.
He wants to play and goes against the wind.
22 and looks like 15 years old teen.
Give me hope I'll give you rest
Push now, pull then
The sweetest death
And if they'll
Take me away
Entirely helpless
Blindfolded so tight
In the trunk of the car
Where my ears are filled
With the only sound of tires
Leave me trapped
Without rescue chance
Put on a chain
I will still find
A way back like
Fox, gone mad.
Never sorry 'bout what you had done:
The ideals, the illusions that have gone.
This new summer will be your new sunrise.
And thing, depressing you then
Will push today.
And if you ever need my help
I'll be here,
'Cause there are some things, you made me feel.
And if they'd
Left me on that
Distant shore
With the strongest flow
Taken the oars
Riped up this rope
Blown off the boat
Left me trapped
Without rescue chance
Put on a chain
I would still find
A way back like
Fox, gone mad.
Oh if they'll
Take me away
Entirely helpless
Blindfolded so tight
In the trunk of the car
Where my ears are filled
With the only sound of tires
Leave me trapped
Without rescue chance
Put on a chain
I will still find
A way back like
Fox, gone mad.
© Liza Romanova 2018
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