Post Punk Slow

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© marmotte
No introduction it comes suddenly – abruptly
No warning, no bomb alert
you wake up that morning and
Here comes the cold
here comes the rain inside of you
You're back to the fold once again

All those things hidden in the dark
You thought they were gone they should have disappeared
All those lights switched by the devil's finger
Burning and blinding your eyes

No introduction it comes suddenly – abruptly
No warning, no bomb alert
you wake up that morning looks like any morning and
Here comes the cold – here comes the rain inside of you
I'm back to this dance floor – once again

Languidly interlaced – who can distinguish your body from my body
Still one can be two-faced
we're moving together my head is your shoulder
In your acid arms – I'm slowly dissolving

Don't ever underestimate the power of memory
Well it can drive you crazy
You wake up one morning just like any morning…