Texty: Anomia. Wannabe.

Wannabe in your cold bed
while you're dropping tears like the rain on sand

wanna feel your smooth skin
wanna hold you close, wanna be your sin

wannabe, the divine, pure blend
wanna see you despite the death
wanna sleep in your dress all night
wanna kill the complaint of time

wanna be an ocean star
that can bring you home when your home's so far

wanna see you against
against fear and doubt of this new romance

wannabe, the divine, pure blend
wanna see you despite the death
wanna sleep in your dress all night
wanna kill the complaint of time

(Thanks to Ila for these lyrics)