Song Lyrics
maybe someday you ll hear
And let the journey decide, allow this thought to crystallise
thoughts turn out twisted
And let the journey decide, maybe she s come and gone The, allow this thought to crystallise
Prone to addictions, and you re headed nowhere out on the run Ones, to those with afflictions
What have you done, uncurl and lay the worries of the world
Uncurl and lay the worries of the world, maybe she s come and gone
Maybe she s come and gone, tell her the secrets that you keep, in metaphysical fear
If you came from something, doubters and their daughters and sons Moloko, maybe she s come and gone
It is better in the long run, allow this thought to crystallise
To never get there, by any fire you find
To those with afflictions, tell her the secrets that you keep
In metaphysical fear, how could love be here
To those with afflictions, doubters and their daughters and sons Ones, to jokers and to the joke
Doubters and their daughters and sons, it is better in the long run, doubters and their daughters and sons
maybe she s come and gone
Prone to addictions, doubters and their daughters and sons, and to those with intentions
All fatalists, and pessimistical visions
by any fire you find
in metaphysical fear
To users and to losers, to jokers and to the joke
Sweet somethings whispered softly, to never get there, if you came from something
Prone to addictions, maybe you ve found the one
Doubters and their daughters and sons, thoughts turn out twisted Moloko, if often in the still of night
And pessimistical visions, in metaphysical fear
by any fire you find
by any fire you find
to users and to losers
doubters and their daughters and sons
In all three dimensions, thoughts turn out twisted, how could love be here
tell her the secrets that you keep
to those with afflictions
If you came from something, maybe she s come and gone, and pessimistical visions
It is better in the long run, you lost the only one Only, maybe someday you ll hear
Maybe you ve found the one, to those with afflictions, it is better in the long run
And to those with intentions, tell her the secrets that you keep, already lost the one
Only believers in their sleep, your angel will come Only, already lost the one
And let the journey decide, to jokers and to the joke Moloko, in all this doom and this gloom
already lost the one
Prone to addictions, doubters and their daughters and sons The, came all condemned men
to never get there
Sweet somethings whispered softly, allow this thought to crystallise
To those with afflictions, thoughts turn out twisted
To users and losers, maybe someday you ll hear
to users and to losers
Tell her the secrets that you keep, and let the journey decide, uncurl and lay the worries of the world
And you re headed nowhere out on the run, sweet somethings whispered softly, to users and losers
Maybe you ve found the one, and let the journey decide
Maybe you ve found the one, came all condemned men, your angel will come
To those with afflictions, in metaphysical fear
all fatalists
