Lips are turning blue
A kiss that can’t renew
I only dream of you
My beautiful

Tiptoe to your room
A starlight in the gloom
I only dream of you
And you never knew

Sing for absolution
I will be singing
And falling from your grace

There’s nowhere left to hide
In no one to confide
The truth burns deep inside
And will never die

Lips are turning blue
A kiss that can’t renew
I only dream of you
My beautiful

Sing for absolution
I will be singing
And falling from your grace

Our wrongs remain unrectified
And our souls won’t be exhumed

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сиянием белого огня сбивающая глиняные черепки, облепляющие душу.