Текст песни Rishloo Dead Rope Machine

When your dead rope machine grows cold
I'll make you another one... out of gold
Oh, and when we die, a beast like every one
Will find you, and remind you you shined, once...

C'est la vie, la vie
What may be has already been
It's all the same...

Then you dance your magic dance
And you try so hard!
You try to retie all those bitter ends
And push them back inside

Here's my halo -
I don't think I'll need that...

There's a stranger at the door -
He cuts with frayed incisions on the rope we hold
Oh, and when we die, the beast in all of us
Will find you, and remind you you shined, once...

C'est la vie, la vie
What may be has already been
It's all the same...

And you dance your frantic dance
And you try so hard
You try to retie all those wicked skins
And push them back inside

Here's my halo -
I DON'T THINK I'LL NEED THAT

And I...
Wherever I will go
Wherever I will go
I wear that coiled fear
And in a way, the riddle ends
When we can but only and always
Doubt
So, let it all out
Let it all out

You and I will cut our nooses loose
You and I will draw a course
You and I can find a few more minutes to
Find a way, to find a road!
You and I will never be alone...!

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