Testo Wind Strokes The Trees

On the other side of the window the silence sleeps I hear it call My damned name Day in day out The wind strokes the trees it whipes me however rain kisses the wounds and it's good Here comes the suicide the suicide oh, the suicide now is night it tastes cool and gently I follow the silence the way is the goal Here comes the suicide the suicide oh, the suicide forgot like the life functions and a luck feels sometimes each search has an end anyway you hear it you feel it you love it yuo are the suicide the suicide oh, the suicide