(Lock the doors)
This city hides a secret at it's breast
(Shut the windows)
I feel its icy fingers on my neck
(Lock the doors)
We built our perfect dream on shifting sand
(Shut the windows)
Scattered in one motion of God's hand
(We leave tonight)
Take only that which you can't live with out
(We leave tonight)
Hot wheels on the cold ground
We disappear, we burn down
A black wind carries us out
We disappear, we fade out
With one glance in the rear view mirror
(Suburba)
It stocks your streets a lion in the reeds
(Suburba)
Wakes you in a panic from your sleep
(Suburba)
Your vanity and strength are washed away
(Suburba)
Like the concrete moon is washed out by the day
You disappear, you burn down
A black wind carries you out
You disappear, you fade out
You're just mist and the sun is rising now
Oh no
Guarantees won't save our dreams
And what we lost we must not know
Oh no
|
Switch to Russian 
