Everyday I Die Songtext
von Gary Numan

The problems of need
I need you
Obscene dreams in rusty beds
No one came here tonight
I pulled on me, I need to


I unstick pages and read
I look at pictures of you
I smell the lust in my hands
Every day, I die
Her favorite trick was to suck me inside
Oh, so very art nouveau
Completely false, feelings of love I don′t
No one knows, but that died years ago

I unstick pages and read
I look at pictures of you
I smell the lust in my hands
Every day, I die
I unstick pages and read
I look at pictures of you
I smell the lust in my hands
Every day, I die