A heavy breathing I can hear,
When midnight brings the smell of fear.
A weeping soul is moving fast,
It's waiting for the world collapse.
I'm falling in love with the feet,
I'll follow your dance in the street,
Until I find what you are looking for.
I'm flying in the light of moon.
That's what I'm made of, I assume.
I must regret I wish I could
Feel your body exit wound
I'm falling in love with the feet,
I'll follow your dance in the street,
Until I find what you are looking for.
Every time I'm going through,
Every time I'm going through,
Every time I'm going through,
Every time I'm going through,
Every time I'm going through,
Every time I'm going through,
Every time I'm going through,
Every time I'm going through,