Lips are turning blue
A kiss that can't renew
I only dream of you
My beautiful
Tiptoe in your room
A starlight in the gloom
I only dream of you
And you never knew
Sing for absolution
I will be singing
And falling from your grace
There's nowhere left to hide
In no one to confide
The truth burns deep inside
And will never die
Lips are turning blue
A kiss that can't renew
I only dream of you
My beautiful
Sing for absolution
I will be singing
And falling from your grace
Sing for absolution
I will be singing
And falling from your grace
Our wrongs remain unrectified
and our souls won't be exhumed
A kiss that can't renew
I only dream of you
My beautiful
Tiptoe in your room
A starlight in the gloom
I only dream of you
And you never knew
Sing for absolution
I will be singing
And falling from your grace
There's nowhere left to hide
In no one to confide
The truth burns deep inside
And will never die
Lips are turning blue
A kiss that can't renew
I only dream of you
My beautiful
Sing for absolution
I will be singing
And falling from your grace
Sing for absolution
I will be singing
And falling from your grace
Our wrongs remain unrectified
and our souls won't be exhumed
но самое страшное было, когда я попал на их концерт у нас в Питере,
вся грусть, печаль, и мрачное очарование было усилино громкостью звука, электронные клавиши, живая гитара...аццкая музЫка
... теперь я их без муражек по коже слушать не могу
а PLACEBO ты слушаешь?