Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Salome, artist - Deca.
Date of issue: 22.09.2013
Song language: English
Salome |
I fell in love with this fish, it got caught in my mesh |
Treading water on the surface of the bottomless depths. |
I guess |
a diamond’s nothing but a rock with a name. |
Took it to the pawn shop up on Providence Lane |
The song’s solemn, sweet sympho, serpentine, |
dug a ditch for my severed head and flead the murder scene. |
Saw me making progress, saw me do my thing, |
saw the magic that could turn a peasant to a king. |
Saw me drift gently down the stream in a dream state |
and reawaken with a chlid’s smile and a clean slate |
Say something, touch a nerv, make a mean face. |
We would argue every day for a week straight |
They say it all for the best, I don’t disagree |
She’s throwing shit at me I’m screaming like Kid Capri. |
Sweet misery, physically sick, heatless, |
let me live my life the way I see fit. |
I saw the light that day |
like we don’t ever have to live our lives that way |
Salome lead me down the right pathway |
Take my head, watch the light cascade |
You suffered, you coped, you moved, you shaked, |
you falling in and out of love, you play the game, |
you make mistakes, you split, you brake, |
you found what you lookin for and move on. |
New day, new dawn, you were gone too long. |
Love is a very strange thing, |
amputate the limbs and infect it with gangrene |
My queen shook me out of a dream, |
«something's out of place», she said |
«it's for the best», and vanished without a trace |
We’re all trying to self awaken or let our selves go, |
self medicate, self indulge and self loathe. |
I was somewhere in the second cirle when hell froze |
Lost all control to self moving in stealth mode |
Right place, right time; |
bright lights, white lines |
Everything’s gray, everything’s gray |
A clean slate drifted gently down the stream, dream state |
Everything’s gray, everything’s gray. |
You’re a universe but you don’t know your own depths |
It’s time we shed our own flesh |
and confidence nest we’re on the home stretch |
Some people got heads like Omex |
and hollow eyes for crows to peck |
'Til the eagle dies a slow death |
I am making progress see me do my thing, |
Saw the magic that could turn a peasant to a king |
See me drift down the stream gently in a dream state |
and reawaken with a child’s smile and a clean slate. |
I saw the light that day |
like we don’t ever have to live our lives that way |
Salome lead me down the right pathway |
Take my head, watch the light cascade |