Laulunsanoja:
Style Council The Ghosts Of Dachau

I close my eyes I reach out my hand And there you are Beautiful in scabs Caressing my scalp Under the mounts of the gun towers I shout your name I kick

I close my eyes - I reach out my hand And there you are - beautiful in scabs Caressing my scalp - under the mounts of the gun towers I shout your name