歌词
There's a place behind a tiny door
Where there are vines and even roses
I can let the thorns so you can feel again
And press them in your skin
And when we start to breath again rolling out
Spiralling down on this planet
The road's just swirling blue
Now you feel it like I do, like I do
Now you feel it like I do, like I do
I swear you stand so still your hands
And fingers made of porcelain and holding me
Frozen
There's a place behind a tiny door
Where there are vines and even roses
I can let the thorns so you can feel again
And press them in your skin
And when we start to breath again rolling out
Spiralling down on this planet
The road's just swirling blue
Now you feel it I do, like I do
Now you feel it like I do, like I do
I swear you stand so still your hands
And fingers made of porcelain you holding me (holding me)
We fall down in the grass
We're spinning somewhere far and fast
The universe expands
Spiralling down
Now you feel it like I do, like I do
Now you mean it like I do, like I do
I swear you stand so still your hands
And fingers made of porcelain you holding me
Spiralling down on this planet
The road's just swirling blue
