Из альбома: Paradise in the Picturehouse

A ricochet
From days and days
Sparks off an impure thought
In a sacred place

As candles burn
As voices hum
As guilt from passion spills
And the saints look on

I cannot hide
I cannot hide
This happy girl

I know you're here
Whispering to my ear
Bloodthirsts from a trickle of words
Just what I wanna hear

As candles burn
As voices hum
As guilt from passion spills
And the saints look on

I cannot hide
I cannot hide
This happy girl

I cannot hide
I cannot hide
This happy girl
This happy girl
This happy girl
This happy girl

Ooh this happy girl
This happy girl
This happy girl

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