Adeline Songtext
von Outsound

Muffle mans ears to the voices of the night
Distils a poison in the wine
A voice cannot carry the tongue and the lips that tow the line
Sit tight, peace of mind
I′m gonna get off the ground
Sit tight, Adeline
Will you fetter or foul my waning howl?
Align me, align me to your design
Fine, find another shoulder to die on
Or maybe die on me


Adeline, the half shy glory of your other life
My idle story sets a lower height
My past is your charity, go and spend it how you like
Sit tight, peace of mind
I'm gonna get off the ground
Sit tight, Adeline
Will you fetter or foul my waning howl?
Align me, align me to your design
Fine, find another shoulder to die on
Or maybe die on me