Текст песни Landon Liboiron - The Veil

Your voice sits upon my fingers
You wanna breath, but you know it’s gonna hurt
So take a mental photograph
Torn your dress and you better make it last
Cause we are lovers in a dangerous time
It’s just not right
I’m going mad from just three days
Just three days
Under the veil
Do you like the number four?
She asked me this and she stood behind the door
And I will admit that I’m weak
And when it comes to you, it tastes so bittersweet
And we laid under splending moonlight
We had our time
Longing for one last night
One last night
Under the veil (x5)