Oh, what a pleasure it's being crashed by thepower of
thinkingthe scents in the air can smell the eventsbut
there's no way to touch anything nowI am fascinated by the
smoke from this candleCure me, you know I would die for it, I
would die for itI would die for it.Cure me, you know I would die
for it,I would die for itI would die for it.Think I'm free
from all the staff I always have tobring with meI swear
it's a daily habit not a way to hide somethingbut still bad
enough for me that I'm so blindI won't take my eyes off
the smoke from this candle.Cure me, you know I would die for
it, I would die for itI would die for it.Cure me, you know I
would die for it,I would die for itI would die for it.Cure me I
just need to be touchedby silence and noiseyou cure me just with
timeCure me I just need to be touchedby silence and noiseyou cure
me just with timecure me with no words but air, but air, but
airCure me, you know I would die for it, I would die for itI
would die for it.Cure me, you know I would die for it, I would
die for itI would die for it.