The Morning After

I woke up with your whisper,

as loud as a hurricane.

Drums in my chest,

this hair is my nest.

I'm blinded by your gaze,

what a lovely mistake.

Broken words wail,

please use my veil.

I walk slowly

to your lips,

you're the gypsy queen

betray my Will

hey you're coming with me

till the end

I mean what kind of hell

are you coming with me,

till the end?

Red flowers, the air,

become quite clear,

this hair in the wind

Red flowers, the air,

become quite clear,

this hair in the wind

Laugh the sorrow,

and take the good.

you trust your evil

beneath my soul

Crooked pictures

fall down.

I can remember

when you came home

hey you're coming with me

till the end

I mean what kind of hell

are you coming with me,

till the end?

Red flowers, the air,

become quite clear,

this hair in the wind

Red flowers, the air,

become quite clear,

this hair in the wind

Red flowers, the air,

become quite clear,

this hair in the wind