Tender Trip On Earth - Tristania

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Still in daze

Still in a dream

Out of the pipe

My lust for life

Comes and goes

From above

Demanding purity

Sobriety

Cursing me like a sledge

Hammering down at me Out of the water-pipe

I suck my lust for life

And all my floating dreams

It seems

Up on the gallery

God shouting down at me Something I can not hear

Tears falling from the sky

Words from a lullaby

Everything beautiful dies

For now, we’re hanging in Though we are blessed with sin

You make my tired heart sing

You can be a sunbeam

And shine for a while

For a while

You can laugh a lot

And bring out that smile

For now we’re hanging in Even though we’re blessed with sin

You make my heart…

You make my tired heart sing

Tears falling from the sky…

I’m on a tender trip

Slowly I’m loosing grip

Madness is in the air I fear

Stay, you’re my acid-queen

Stay on my faded team

Run through the corridor with me