08 - Mysk. Ziggy Bodemark

Mysk
A foggy mist. Have made a bed
Amongst the trees
In the forest
She isn`t real
I can make her real
She put a spell on me
I am convinced
She put a spell on me
I am convinced
Howling at the moon
When she´s in my head
When she leads me to sin
I have searched the whole forest
She isn´t there
She waits
She will meet me at the gate
Howling at the moon
When she´s in my head
She waits
At heavens gate
She isn`t there
She isent real
I can make her real
She isent real
I can make her real
She is in my dream
I know she is real
I can make her real
I can make her real
I can make her real
I can make her real
I have to believe
When she leads me to sin
I can make her real
I can make her real
I have to believe
I can make i can make her real
I have to believe
She´ll meet me at the gate
She waits for me
She´ll meet me at the gate
She needs me
I hear her name in the wind
I see her eyes in the sky
I see her face in the clods
I know she is real
I can make her real
She will meet me there
I can make her real
I dont know what to do
Howlling at the moon
When she s in my head
I dont know what to do
When shes in my head
She isn´t there
I dont know what to do
She will take me through
I dont know what to do
When she lies