PARANOÏDE - Idiots in Love

Lyrics & - Yan Willow All instruments, Vocals & Mixing - Alien Lyrics: I`m entering this small-town train (A-rolling to nowhere) As if it is a sacral fane (Who else does even care?) With me, I’m carrying silly hope You always almost make it real Near you, my knees do nearly slope Do you know, how I feel? Come, sit next to me, the one whom I berhyme Come, sit next to me, face my reverent silence - one last time Come, sit next to me, my cruel-shy divine I`ll face your tender violence - your awkward lasting silence - one last time I`m sitting here, right next to you With lack of knowledge - what to do? I`m fumbling coin - here, in my palm, as a possesions mark Feeling our join - in between us, here shines the brightest spark But must I keep it, lit the fire, or it should fade to dark? And is it true, or it is just your fancy little lark?.. Somewhere, somehow we’d be together Maybe with some help from above We`d