Fatima Push   Plastik

Fatima Push   Talking To My Soul

LYRICS

Bending to the ground I called her name 
Midsummer forced upon that grave
Weak from my condition 
The grape of fever came to feast in our souls 
If this garden falls 
If her eyes are turned
I'll tear down the sky

Pray
It swells and goes on
Pray
It swells and goes on

Fold to my eyes her compulsion 
Done but not afraid 
Blind but not in vain 
Fold to my eyes her illusion
Done but not in shame
Blind but not in vain 

Bending to the ground I called her name 
Midsummer brought faith to my shame 
Weak from my condition 
The grape of fever came to feast in our souls 
If this garden falls 
If her eyes are turned
I'll tear down the sky

Pray
It swells and goes on
Pray
It swells and goes on

Fold to my eyes her compulsion 
Done but not afraid 
Blind but not in vain 
Fold to my eyes her illusion
Done but not in shame
Blind but not in vain

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