Stillwell - Rome, Thåström

Would I be entangled over there in your golden hair?

As the renegade priest is entangled in muffled prayer

We’d run through blazing summers

O, I never quite liked the way you cried out for more

For you were not hesitant

And yet you were not sure

I’ll serve my time at your stillwell

I’ll serve my time

At your stillwell

And I smile and murder while I smile

But you’d be safe with me, Sarah

Many were your gifts to me

But this loneliness I love the most

You’re the stranger in my house

Everyone mistook for a ghost

And you put me in my place

With your master race

O, I never quite liked the way you cried out for more

For you were not hesitant

And yet you were not sure

I’ll serve my time at your stillwell

I’ll serve my time

At your stillwell

Jag stannar min tid, vid din källa

Jag stannar min tid, vid din källa

O, I never quite liked the way you cried out for more

For you were not hesitant

And yet you were not sure

I’ll serve my time at your stillwell

I’ll serve my time

At your stillwell

Jag stannar min tid, vid din källa