Hooverphonic - The last supper

Park Gull makes you even more beautyful As if you were created by Gaudi the master himself 'Caus you consist of shattered thoughts They never seem to bore even if they to turn you into hell This last supper makes you even more beautyful As if you were created by the master himself 'Caus you consist of imploding energy Let me save you from your unbearable hell Hell, hell, hell From your hell We can't hide from our destiny This chain is like an inherited spell That consumes all my precious energy That pulls me through where ever you fell Fell, fell, fell, fell You just fell