[Charlotte Wessels] Blood-red and sweet Mouthful of wine I savour it And taste the freedom on your lips
And heaven knows I tried to steer away Delicious danger made me stay
[Charlotte Wessels] Now I´m closer, closer to the edge Closer to experience And all of death Oh I´m falling Closer, closer to the edge Closer to experience And out of breath I am falling down
[Charlotte Wessels] Blood-red and velvet Spill in excess Stick to our hands And in its rush we both shall rest
And pain nor fear can break This bond, our chain Together for our crimes We´ll pay
[Charlotte Wessels] Now I´m closer, closer to the edge Closer to experience And all of death Oh I´m falling Closer, closer to the edge Closer to experience And out of breath I am falling down
[George Oosthoek] I am falling Ooh, I´m falling down
[George Oosthoek] Some kill their love when they are young And some when they are old Some strangle with the hands of lust Some with hands of gold The kindest use a knife because The dead so soon grow cold Yet each man kills the thing he loves By each let this be told
[ Charlotte Wessels] Closer, closer to the edge Closer to experience All of life and all of death
Oh I´m falling
[Charlotte Wessels] Now I´m closer, closer to the edge Closer to experience And all of death Oh I´m falling Closer, closer to the edge Closer to experience And out of breath I am falling down