Psychosomnia Songtext / Lyric

Psychosomnia Songtext
Hand my Poets out to Dorian
tell him it's everything what's left.
To go missing, now's the right time
it won't work as it worked before. When distance calls, every gipsy follows.
I should have told you I know it was wrong not to.
And the melodies (maladies) still can't find an end
the tonic is hiding deep down in the gin. Psychosomatic!
Oh I adore, walking two by two,
walking home.

My lonely galaxy
fills up with rain
far from frisk
far from rom.

Psychosomatic!
Oh I adore, walking two by two,
walking home.
We are home at last.