The melody intoxicates,
The words they grind so deep.
Embedded in my memory,
Impossible to sleep.
The meaning burns down in my soul
like vapors from the foil.
My heartbeat, it is rising
My blood begins to boil.
My mind is sometimes tortured,
but I can't put it down.
The music gets me through it,
Since you're not around.
Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 10:12 PM UTC
The melody intoxicates,
The words they grind so deep.
Embedded in my memory,
Impossible to sleep.
The meaning burns down in my soul
like vapors from the foil.
My heartbeat, it is rising
My blood begins to boil.
My mind is sometimes tortured,
but I can't put it down.
The music gets me through it,
Since you're not around.
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