Cecily Songtext
von Lunar Trips

The nights are cold and ruthless
It brings you down
Hours spent on praying
To leave this town

You would sell your mother
You would sell your dad
You don′t even bother

Cecily, i wanna know
How much do you take for your soul
Cecily, i wanna know
How deep are you digging this hole


The nights are cold and ruthless
It brings you down
Hours spent on praying
To leave this town

You would sell your mother
You would sell your dad
You don't even bother

Cecily, i wanna know
How much do you take for your soul
Cecily, i wanna know
How deep are you digging this hole

And on the verge you′ll see her dancing
But she's not here anymore
Ask the people, they will tell you
That she's not here anymore


And she dance on the verge of the memory
And she′s spinning like a butterfly
You could pin her wings to the table
You could really bleed her dry