Trixerin - Black Circles
Bells were chiming, chiming / You are not really so charming, charming / You just happen to have a nice face // Crows were cowing, cowing / But I don't want just your body, body / Coz it all leads to certain disgrace // If the hand that you hold isn't moving / And your man leaves but scent in your bed / You just have to believe that it's over / You just have to believe that it's dead / And you go on your own way instead // Walls were falling, falling / But I never heard you calling, calling / Coz when you call you crawl down on your face // If you're walking on eggshells and needles / And you're sick of holding your breath / You just have to believe that it's over / You just have to give it a rest / When your pillow is made of sandpaper / For his presence is lesser and less / Did you know you were one of my heroes? / Do you care, you were one of the best?