Sweet T'ar
Don't cut me down
Don't ask my name
When it's over
I won't change a thing
Small hits on felt
I need the time to think
Keep in mind that when
You hit the feeling it's all over
We spoke of old ways
Taking new shapes
And all around
The pleasure hits you down
I'll take the blame
When it comes to make my name
Until then I'll sell and celebrate
The grace of freedom
Reason is a bad choice
Taking you away
We spoke of old ways
Taking new shapes
And as you drown
The pleasure hits you down
Autor(es): Fourth Way