S I C K - Mademoiselle K.

I’m sick of being scared and scared because I like you

I’m sick of double beds the distance makes me useless

It’s sick how your insomnia awakes my sense of drama

I cure my thinking of you shifting my point of view

You are so bold I’m smiling in the cold

Pretending it’s fine though I’m crying all the time

The more you’re unpredictable the more I believe in miracles

I cure sick premonitions swallowing light visions

If I’ll ever get sick of you, there will be no cure

If I’ll ever get sick of you, there will be no cure

If I’ll ever get sick of you, there will be no cure at all

I’m sick of my emotions, sick because I love you

I’ve seen my worried reflection on the walls of your room

Can anybody fortell where are we going

If I’ll ever get sick of you, there will be no cure

If I’ll ever get sick of you, there will be no cure

If I’ll ever get sick of you, there will be no cure at all

I’ve seen my worried reflection on the walls of your room

Oh it’s sick how your insomnia awakes my sense of drama

The treatment goes slow I envy the saved souls

Can anybody fortell when I’ll be saved again

When I’ll be saved again