歌词
Press the flowers to my chest
Face towards the sun
I fall back into the nothing
I fall back into the nothing
In blood and symbols of living
My perfect nightmare
We turn, we turn on death
With words of passion
Beauty held on high
They turn their head
In truth but alone
Lips made of passion
Truth and alone
Behind the old soul
We turn, we turn alone
Press the flowers to my chest
Face towards the sun
I fall back into the nothing
I fall back into the nothing