Endemoniada – Fields Of The Nephilim

When I fall asleep at the wheel
Think about this… If looks could kill

Such a thrill… The way I feel
Now I’m falling asleep at the wheel
And I’m dreaming of the kill

We dream of familiar places here
We dream of familiar faces

Do you want a display
Just stand in my way
If you want a display
Your love in that way… Now get out

Think about this…

Well I’ve seen… With old eyes
And every time I turn around another dies

Think about this… If looks could kill

Vision’s Black, I go to war sometimes
When I’m walking on my own
We dream of familiar places
Vision’s black, I go to war sometimes
When I’m walking on my own
We dream of familiar places
And I’m dreaming


Lyric Endemoniada – Fields Of The Nephilim