Bluecid - Sevdaliza

Man with a cigarette

I’d always look around for his fitting threat

I’m torn between obsession and hate

For the mess that he made me make

Man with a cigarette

I’d always wonder if we’d benefit

I’m torn between the mess that you made

For the mess that he made me make

And I could only have you in my dreams

Oh, so it seems, so it seems

And I could only have you in my dreams

Oh, so it seems, so it seems

And I could only have you in my dreams

So it seems

And I could only have you in my dreams

So it seems, so it seems

And I could only have you in my dreams

Oh, so it seems, so it seems