Transpozícia: [+1+2-1-2] *** Autor textu: Marabu *** Autor hudby: Marabu
A, Hmi, G, D I.
I’m Dtired of you, it’s hard to explain
don’t wanna Clet now pass like Eany other empty day
Dbutterflies are covered in dust
Cvaguely telling a Estory of the past
to Dbe alone, to be with you
Cgood thing that a Eperson can choose
but Din the end it comes back to
Flanguage of the body – language Gof me and you
ref.:
Athis could be your Hmiheaven
Gthis could be my Dhell
Asmile number eHmileven
Gas I can Dtell
Aand sin number Hmiseven
Gthe deadly Dlust
Awith eyes locked Hmitight makes us say
Gthe words “I Dmust!”
II.
I’m tired of you, never have been more
keeping my sanity just like precious gold
hazy plans to get soap for the soul
to wash away the filth and dust and mold
rise again and aim up high
dodging every word and bullet shot from you mind
but in the end it comes back to
language of the body – language of me and you
ref.:
this could be your heaven
this could be my hell
smile number eleven
as I can tell
and sin number seven
the deadly lust
with eyes locked tight makes us say
the words “I must!”
Emi, Hmi, Emi, D bridge:
Emiand I Hmiknow
Emithe tension’s Din the air
Emiand I Hmiknow
Emiwhat’s coming Din the end
ref.:(2x)
this could be your heaven
this could be my hell
smile number eleven
as I can tell
and sin number seven
the deadly lust
with eyes locked tight makes us say
the words “I must!”
