Grey Is Not Enough
Tourdeforce
3:48You wake up naked and nervous On flowers made of velvet, blue Your voices inside your head say You have no ideas left, only obsessions It's all frantic, I don't trust The love in you and me It's all turning to poison The farewell has come for real With your silence you talk to me Of sweet anachronistic dreams With a tragic sentiment Fragments of western decay You see your body like a troubled machine, behold You press on stronger but You don't feel the pleasure Can't leave your memories behind right now You have no strenght to start again Emmanuelle was dancing "I've seen that face before" I guess I would change my mind For a taste of her dirty vice