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• Artiste: Franz Nicolay
• Titre: Quiet Where I Lie
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Well it was one of those days The kind where flies can't be bothered to rise above the haze The kind where I can walk the downtown streets Listening to Brian Wilson and "Songs of Love" and saunter to the beat And when the sheets are crumpled at our feet We sleep with only fingers touching - breathless - helpless in the heat I can still feel your body turning I can still taste your last night's wine I can hear your blood is singing I can feel your hand in mine I still taste tears like stagnant ocean Though I never see you cry I hope I die and am forgotten I hope it's quiet where I lie The cars ride by on roads alive Heat rising like a serpent's tongue Licking windshields as they drive You drift in and out of focus now As my eyes adjust to darkness I fleetingly wonder how I can still feel your body turning I can still taste your last night's wine I can hear your blood is singing I can feel your hand in mine I still taste tears like stagnant ocean Though I never see you cry I hope I die and am forgotten I hope it's quiet where I lie I still feel your body turning I can still taste your last night's wine I can hear your blood is singing I can feel your hand in mine I still taste tears like stagnant ocean Though I never see you cry I hope I die and am forgotten I hope it's quiet where I lie