Отсутствует (исполнитель: Неизвестен)
Console me in my darkest hour Convince me that the [bad word] is always grey Caress me in your velvet chair Conceal me from the ghost you cast away I'm in no hurry, you [bad word] And tell your friends I'm losing touch Fill their heads [bad word] of impending doom It must be [bad word] Console me in my darkest hour And tell me that you always hear my cries I wonder what you got conspired I'm sure it was the consolation prize I'm in no hurry, you [bad word] And tell your friends I'm losing touch Fill the night with stories, the legend grows Of how you got lost But you made your way back home You sold your soul, like a Roman vagabond yeah I heard you found a wishing well In the city Console me in my darkest hour (in my darkest hour) And you throw me down I'm in no hurry, you [bad word] And tell your friends I'm losing touch Fill your crown [bad word] Impending doom, it must be [bad word] But you made your way back home You sold your soul, like a Roman vagabond And all that now you got lost, but you made your way back home You went and sold your soul, an allegiance dead and gone I'm losing touch