Letra da Música: Private - Gasr

Private


The way you touch my face
will never take her place here
Deep in thoughts rearranged.
I yeam for something deviant.
She liked to send me motivational tapes.
Her words are blistering, yet soothing all the same
And you women taste like nothing compared to her

I warp inside my face, I find myself alone in words.
Deep ingrown, isolate, I yearn for something deviant.

She says "I'm lonely." She says "I can't forget your face."
She says "It's nothing." She says this everytime we speak.
I want to be there. I want to fix everything.

But I can't do anything except listen to motivational tapes.

Her voice is like something from the dead.
You'll never satisfy me.
You women smell like nothing.
You'll never satisfy me.
You women smell like nothing.
You'll never satisfy me.
You women taste like nothing.