Tortoise Skin - Макс Брух

Under the sunlight, there isn’t a sound

When the ground is too broken to the touch

Thick layers keep us warm

When emotions are left outside in the cold

Left to die, left to rot and mold

Its gonna dry out, the water that keeps us moving

That soothes the biting wind

Will somebody soften the blow?

When we are sleeping, there isn’t a sound

Love is hiding, it knows there’s no remorse

For we are too far apart

Society is making love to my heart

But leaving it cold and alone again

Love was left behind on the journey

Left to fend on it’s own

Do you think you’d savour it?

If you had to give it up?

Love was, love was

Love was, love was

Like a reptilian

It is fierce and unwelcoming

Solid and unmoving

Rough and unwavering

Swaddled like a child

The only love we see comes from inside

It comes from inside

Like a reptilian

It is fierce and unwelcoming

Solid and unmoving

Rough and unwavering

Swaddled like a child

The only love we see comes from inside

It comes from inside

Like a reptilian

It is fierce and unwelcoming

Solid and unmoving

Rough and unwavering

Swaddled like a child

The only love we see comes from inside

It comes from inside

It comes from inside

Love was, love was

Love was, love was