Žodžiai dainai: Françoiz Breut. Over All.

Over all, there?s been
The other
Waiting in the dark
Over all it?s been
Behind me

All the time
In the dark shades
Of the bathroom
Behind a mirror in the dark
Hidden inside the fire burning
In the yard

Bolt-locked chains could not
Keep you
From the werewolf in my eyes

In my bed I can?t stand
The heat
It burns my skin
And the sweat makes a mess
Of my hair
Tonight
You can call it fever
As long as you want to
But I know where it comes from
It?s in my veins beating in my head
And in my heart
Thank you for the moon
And I thank you
For making it full
My tears are sour
And you won?t run away
You?re making it full