Drifting [Poison Dub (2010 Edit)]

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Recoil - Electronic, Pop

Drifting [Poison Dub (2010 Edit)]

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Duration: 7:13

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[Intro: Hepzibah Sessa] I had a nervous breakdown And... and through 6 psychiatrists Before the sixth one finally decided that she could probably make it And you think of world and become drug addicts And... and they drugs, they try alcohol, they try sex And when it's all wiped out and you've had it all, your own life falls apart Come taste the tracks Come taste the tracks, come taste the tracks Come taste the tracks I close my eyes and pray I close my eyes and pray And I pray Yes, I pray [Verse 1: Siobhan Lynch, (Hepzibah Sessa)] Let it slide, let it slidе Ignore me and evеrything I've done I am poison I take this one And I taste the tracks (And I taste the tracks) (And I taste the tracks) I must be... somewhere [Bridge: Douglas McCarthy] Tell me what you handle And he's like a candle Yor eyes are full of what you can't lack Down on the ground you get high Even in bed out in the town [Chorus: Siobhan Lynch] I held in my hand but it's hard, so hard to see reason It's dark behind your smile and I can follow through [Interlude: Hepzibah Sessa, (Douglas McCarthy)] Yes, I pray (Tell me what you handle) Come taste the tracks Come taste the tracks (He's like a candle) [Verse 2: Siobhan Lynch, (Hepzibah Sessa)] Let it slide, let it slide Ignore me and everything I've done For words, like bullets they know when to come And taste the tracks (Come taste the tracks) And taste the tracks (And taste the tracks) Of the waste in my head and you face me instead Well ignore me and everything I said For I am stupid, I am poison [Chorus: Siobhan Lynch] I held in my hand but it's hard, so hard to see reason The burning is here, is only here to follow through [Coda: Siobhan Lynch, (Douglas McCarthy)] (Yor eyes are full of what you can't lack) (Down on the ground you get high) (I'm here) With your wild, call the pace Taste the tracks of the waste With your wild, with your sweet With your cold... Black-eyed teeth [Outro: (Hepzibah Sessa)] And they drugs, they try alcohol, they try sex (Taste the tracks, taste the tracks) And when it's all wiped out and you've had it all, your own life falls apart

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Credits

Writers
  • Alan Wilder
  • Siobhan Lynch