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At The Gates Of Silent Memory - Lyrics by Fields Of The Nephilim

yes today life that I knewso sick of all the peoplea blind moon over to the windowwhere the night has become eliziumfor the sleepless soulsand our days to comeyou stand with dalilamay be I'll just pass-awayor may be I'll staybut I feel alive with youand I feel some kind of heavenwhen I feel deep inside her
I feel some kind of heavenhear megive me some kind of heavencome in from the cold
I'll owe you my heartbe my shelter and refuge for the nightlove of my lifepour your light on the faith
I can feelmake it realin her sleep