Mother Superior - Album Lyrics
| Song | Mother Superior - Album |
| Artist | Katzenjammer |
| Album | Le Pop |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| In the clockwork, in the clockwork, | |
| time is never at ease | |
| A frantic sensation is hammering | |
| nails in your spine | |
| Multiple fractions and | |
| muscle contractions will tear | |
| your mind into shreds, cutting your threads | |
| Do you regret you were born? | |
| Take my hands into yours, | |
| dance my senses away | |
| Take my hands into yours, | |
| before mother superior’s home | |
| Monsieur, monsieur you look like | |
| the saint in my dreams | |
| Igniting the flame and carving | |
| my name next to yours | |
| This urban decline is | |
| leaving its sign round my neck | |
| Pulling the noose, tells me I’ll lose | |
| There’s nothing to save | |
| Take my hands into yours, | |
| dance my senses away | |
| Take my hands into yours, | |
| before mother superior's home | |
| I’m sober, I’m sober, but I wish I was not | |
| A gentle diversion or | |
| a touch of divine I could use | |
| The curtains are closed, | |
| but I still feel exposed to the world | |
| Wishing away somewhere astray | |
| Are you still listening? | |
| Take my hands into yours, | |
| dance my senses away | |
| Take my hands into yours, | |
| before mother superior's home |
| In the clockwork, in the clockwork, | |
| time is never at ease | |
| A frantic sensation is hammering | |
| nails in your spine | |
| Multiple fractions and | |
| muscle contractions will tear | |
| your mind into shreds, cutting your threads | |
| Do you regret you were born? | |
| Take my hands into yours, | |
| dance my senses away | |
| Take my hands into yours, | |
| before mother superior' s home | |
| Monsieur, monsieur you look like | |
| the saint in my dreams | |
| Igniting the flame and carving | |
| my name next to yours | |
| This urban decline is | |
| leaving its sign round my neck | |
| Pulling the noose, tells me I' ll lose | |
| There' s nothing to save | |
| Take my hands into yours, | |
| dance my senses away | |
| Take my hands into yours, | |
| before mother superior' s home | |
| I' m sober, I' m sober, but I wish I was not | |
| A gentle diversion or | |
| a touch of divine I could use | |
| The curtains are closed, | |
| but I still feel exposed to the world | |
| Wishing away somewhere astray | |
| Are you still listening? | |
| Take my hands into yours, | |
| dance my senses away | |
| Take my hands into yours, | |
| before mother superior' s home |
| In the clockwork, in the clockwork, | |
| time is never at ease | |
| A frantic sensation is hammering | |
| nails in your spine | |
| Multiple fractions and | |
| muscle contractions will tear | |
| your mind into shreds, cutting your threads | |
| Do you regret you were born? | |
| Take my hands into yours, | |
| dance my senses away | |
| Take my hands into yours, | |
| before mother superior' s home | |
| Monsieur, monsieur you look like | |
| the saint in my dreams | |
| Igniting the flame and carving | |
| my name next to yours | |
| This urban decline is | |
| leaving its sign round my neck | |
| Pulling the noose, tells me I' ll lose | |
| There' s nothing to save | |
| Take my hands into yours, | |
| dance my senses away | |
| Take my hands into yours, | |
| before mother superior' s home | |
| I' m sober, I' m sober, but I wish I was not | |
| A gentle diversion or | |
| a touch of divine I could use | |
| The curtains are closed, | |
| but I still feel exposed to the world | |
| Wishing away somewhere astray | |
| Are you still listening? | |
| Take my hands into yours, | |
| dance my senses away | |
| Take my hands into yours, | |
| before mother superior' s home |
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