Left / Felt, Pt. 2 Songtext
von Peaer

I hope you left with a smile on your face
I hope you felt like diamonds in a case
I saw a ghost, it hovered low, I watched its slow glide
I saw right through it but I couldn′t believe my eyes

The air grew cold
So I grabbed my coat
Just in case it snowed


In fucking July, I wanted to cry
I sweat my fucking skin off in the blue moonlight
I felt my grip slip from the lips of my life
Stuck with simple glimpses of the plan I had devised

In lovely July
I wanted to die
Become a silver ghost with an all-seeing eye
Forever to float just out of your sight
Hovering around with a low, slow glide