Texty: Poets Of The Fall. Delicious.

I hear a sigh, longing for loving in this life The how and the why, that keeps us running through the night Touching divine, for me it has only your face I'm looking to find pieces of wisdom I've misplaced I don't make the rules dear You don't hear the symphony I hear We don't get a dollar bill for every shining tear Fictitious and so real Love's a onetime deal With a delicious dark appeal And a religious kind of zeal, yeah So precious, yet surreal Life's a onetime deal With a delicious dark appeal And a religious kind of zeal, yeah Witnessing fault in every pawn in the game The only one called proudly answers to my name No I don't know why love is a thief in the night The one that you try, is your most devoted guide We don't make the rules dear We don't hear the symphony they hear We don't get a dollar bill for every shining tear Fictitious and so real Love's a onetime deal With a delicious dark appeal And a religious kind of zeal, yeah So precious, yet surreal Life's a onetime deal With a delicious dark appeal And a religious kind of zeal, yeah So thank you for choosing me, playing me, displaying me And selling me to slavery, yeah Thank you for using me, flaying me, erasing me Awarding me for bravery Fictitious and so real Love's a onetime deal With a delicious dark appeal And a religious kind of zeal, yeah So precious, yet surreal Life's a onetime deal With a delicious dark appeal And a religious kind of zeal, yeah