Bluecid 歌词

Man with the cigarette I'd always look around for his fitting brain I'm torn between obsession and hate For the mess that he made me make Man with the cigarette I'd always wonder if he's always spinning thread I'm torn between the mess that he made For the mess that you 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