Текст песни
Wanting
Do you want to see you flying
The lord of my unconsciousness
He makes me down to lie
We're never come back agian
Aaaaa
Dont you know what's wrong with you
Do you want to see a cruel truth
I'm looking your eyes its up to you
These a funeral pyre
We're come back to you
Aaaaaa
one, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Eeeeeeeee
We've got to feel your body
We've got to hold your soul down
You give me a helping hand, to get upon the ground
That;s a funeral pyre
That's a funeral pyre
Then other in the breath of words respect
Be for my dumb thoughts speaking in effect
Funeral pyre it's coming back to you
You want to looking truth
But i want to see a thrill
Aaaaaaaa
Wanting
Do you want to see you flying
The lord of my unconsciousness
He makes me down to lie
We're never come back agian
