Beauty is a kind of crime

Don’t say goodbye

I cannot stand the sound of that word

Don’t you look at me like this,

I’m trying to break the wall, to say hello over there, hello…

Let me just turn and go

A frame cut out of a Hollywood film

I feel like I’m rolling down the hill,

Strolling down the street

With my soul destroyed and killed

Ref.:      Sometimes I think your beauty is a kind of crime

The other day I thought it’s fine, we’ll have some fun

 

Don’t say okay

There’s nothing you can call okay

You think you choose your ways

Believe me, that is not the case.

You’re laughing and you’re smiling

For you it’s just another joke

I feel sick and deadly tired

Well, that was all, well, that was all

Ref.:      Sometimes I think your beauty is a crime

The other day I had that fire on my mind

Have you ever understood that word?

Have you ever seen the world without frames?

Have you ever known how it hurts?

It seems you never  have… Nobody’s to blame…

Who cares? We’re not the first and not the last.

Let’s dance and fool around till death do us part.

Author: adaniff

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