[Music: Robert, Klas]. [Arrangement: Beseech]. [Lyrics: Jorgen]. . Turn around, watch me move. To the ground, I bring you fool. Listen to the smallest sound.
I could feel her soul, walking beside me. Like a thousand roses, with thorns that cut too deep. By her place I stand, with a picture in my hand. Now my tears are falling, leaving traces in the ground.
Lost in myself, I cannot feel control. I aim, I stumble and fall. Believing you that's why I loose. Emotionless I'm falling apart. . Reaching for you but falling through.
[Music & Lyrics: Klas]. [Arrangement: Robert, Mikael]. . Can you feel the wind blow, closer day by day. Blowing with a motion, for a brand new day. . Demonchild, why have you been gone.
I'm resigned beneath the sky. To walk on the endless fields. Only the night take. My only dream away. . It's my last obsession. It's my last obsession to get away.
In the beauty of the endless, crimson sunrise. That makes me feel so warm. I am drowning my sorrow and my pain. But I'm feeling the season now change.
I feel it move two steps behind. Moving fast into the night. Flashing lights keeps passing by. See the pain that's in their eyes. . A screaming child, what have I done?.
It slips away through my mind. Reflections of the dead, eternal life, eternal lust. With patience we must die. I turn away from this world to enter the twilight zone.
And I close my eyes. I wait for her. Please help me die. Please end my tears. . Standing by the sea. Watching her raging waves. Beautiful as she. No one could ever be.
Slowly as they reach my soul. with confiding holgrams, why?. Someone pull the strings for me. I am getting weaker. now they're in control. . [Chorus].
i can't resist nor refuse the thrill of lust you bring me. the contradictions taking me down. down to the darker side of me. . the insecurity is my fear.
Gimme, gimme a man after midnight. . Half past twelve. And I'm watching the late show in my flat all alone. How I hate to spend the evening on my own.
[Music: Robert]. [Arrangement: Mikael, Klas]. [Lyrics: Jorgen]. . We lost the paradise of curiousity. Now we're bound to live in anxiety. All we have is hope to find the answer.