Ondine Songtext / Lyric

You say you can walk away

Any time at all

Ahhhahhhhaa



You say you're not afraid to die

But you're not sleeping

Ahhhahhhhaa



You're bringing me down, so slow

Bringing me down, so slow

Bringing me down...



You burn so cold,

Lost your voice when it needed you

Ahhhahhhhaa






Black veins that tied you prisoner

To coax your severed highs

Ahhhahhhhaa



But this is the plastic age

The quite rage is dank and civilised

You're bringing me down so slow

Bringing me down so slow

Bringing me down so...

Tell... who made it hurt?

Won't you say... who made it hurt?

Won't you tell me now... who made it hurt again?



Ahhhahhhhaa

You ache for something...

Ahhhahhhhaa

You ache for something...

You ache for something...

You ache for something...

You ache for something...