The Brothel - Agnes Stock
Written by：Susanne Sundfør
Purple pavement
Crook fingers knocking on windows without souls
Bodies are swinging from rooftops and poles
Howling through hollows
Restless nights and one night cheap hotels
Oh I'm only drifting to always come back
And I search for something
For whatever I don't really care
Driving with their lights off they can be anywhere
You cover your eyes
You cover your mouth
You cover your ears
Still you follow my trail
I'll do it all I'll do whatever you say
God has left me anyway
There are echoes in the garden is anybody listening
There are echoes lost in the garden is anybody listening
They whisper
The ones who are only living are the ones
Who are only dying
