Nine days wound on heart
nine nights without help
nine dawn and nine incubus
this nightmair doesn't go.
And I, I lose ground under feets
and I grab air with my hands
and Earth is not open to recieve me.
I, I'm not alive when you're not here,
alive is wound on my heart,
when you aren't here.
And you, when you go somewhere
you shoot me straight in my heart,
'cause it lives like it's dead,
dead without you.
Nine days for nine wounds
is there any which is passed?
If you let that blood went out,
believe me, I will died.
'Cause I, I lose ground under feets
and I grab air with my hands
and Earth is not open to recieve me.