Frantic by TourdeForce Lyrics

You wake up naked and nervous
On flowers made of velvet, blue
Your voices inside your head say
You have no ideas left, only obsessions

It's all frantic, I don't trust
The love in you and me
It's all turning to poison
The fareweel has come for real

With your silence you talk to me
Of sweet anachronistic dreams
With a tragic sentiment
Fragments of western decay

You see your body like a troubled machine, behold
You press on stronger but You don't feel the pleasure
Can't leavе your memories behind right now
You havе no strenght to start again

Emmanuelle was dancing
"I've seen that face before"
I guess I would change my mind
For a taste of her dirty vice