How Much Totip The Pastor After A Funeral

Questions

 

This dusty corner full of smoke and ashes
Feels so secure, there is no way i’m leaving
Cos if i do, i know there will be questions
Made to decide whether i’m dead or living
Your troubled eyes will look at me impatient
Trying to read my lips in search for meaning
And i’m not ready for that conversation
Just watching next thin cigarette i’m killing

Ah,
I won’t stop kissing you, so you don’t ask me questions
Ah,
I’ll drown you in the sea of love and wine
Ah,
Forgive me that i have no explanations
Ah,
Forgive me that my heart’s no longer mine.

I don’t know better than hold back in silence
Who’d ever think that happiness could burden
It sprouted roots and blood in my whole substance
I tried so hard not to let it grow further
My head goes round to sign of distant fragrance
A little spark could burn my soul all over
But i am scared of your fair judgements
That’s why i’ll stay in here, not sane, not sober