Thomas Azier
Dada Talk on Hell Island
You know nothing
I got on
And lost at forest
If only for a little while
And it is so full of life
Every day she goes
Every day she goes
Oh a night full of ghosts
Ice cold, eyes closed
All day lost like a river
Running away from home
Blood is hot
My heart is fading into yours
Fold me like a rag
I'll fold you like a bed
Hold me like a knife
Make me look like it's never even happened to you