Faded Patterns

Stay in there

Call me up overnight

I miss, miss the taste

Late night lovers back on time.

Your fingers all over my mind

Faded patterns were all mine/all around

We won’t

Something made up our mind

Sew me up with your mind

Wrong code

Years and decades

Shaping up

Dragged out

As you turn you head away, I fade out

Dragget out

Drowning out

Drown out

Wet powder on the blouse

Sulfur on the blouse

Shoot it, don’t make a sound

To/in my head, through my head

Gasoline on the blouse

In the air, through our heads

Powder flying high

Pointed to

Stay down,

Powder’s flying high

Shoot it, don’t make a sound. without a sound/sign

In my head, through my head

Wet powder

Sulfur on the blouse

Nobody to bodies

Shortcut our old ways

Faded patterns aligning

No repetition needed, the story moves it self through

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Drown out

Sulfur on the blouse

Shoot it, don’t make a sound

In my head, through my head

Washed out red smile

Faking out your way in

Faded patterns aligning

Lets say its goodbye

This time

Brought it but we might not go for that

Soon you’ll think what I think

It’s a crime

Thought it but we might not know the facts

Soon you’ll sink when I say

Stay in there,

Darling kiss your right back

I miss, I miss the taste

Waiting ´till it winds back