Tekstovi: Dover. Angelus.

I feel so much sorrow on my skin, on my skin
I feel so much sorrow on my skin, on my skin
With everybody gone, don't you get sick alone?
I wish you were at home, I wish you didn't go

I feel so much sorrow on my skin, on my skin
I feel so much sorrow on my skin, on my skin
With everybody gone, don't you get sick alone?
I wish you were at home, I wish you'd never go
I'll wait till you wash my blood,
I'll wait till you wash my blood,


I feel so much sorrow on my skin,on my skin
I feel so much sorrow on my skin,on my skin
With everybody gone, don't you get sick alone?
I wish you were at home, I wish you didn't go
I'll wait till you wash my blood,
I'll wait till you wash my blood.