Iltoise Songtext
von Egyptian Hip Hop
Iltoise Songtext
Sometime ago
I felt the tug of cold pale hands
Pulling at my finest robes
It′s still my duty to wear them on sunday mass
Conscious thoughts
Made you strands of memories better lost
I'll repair the pain that i have caused
No more twisted turning of the clock
Dawn has struck
I felt the tug of cold pale hands
Pulling at my finest robes
It′s still my duty to wear them on sunday mass
Conscious thoughts
Made you strands of memories better lost
I'll repair the pain that i have caused
No more twisted turning of the clock
Dawn has struck
Writer(s): Alexander Pierce, Nicholas Delap, Louis Stevenson Miller, Alexander Hewett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
