Pleasure Victim — текст песни (berlin)

We touched there was temperture
i`m not the same
now i`m passing through your door
it`s a pleasure game

you`re the object of of my smile
i`m a life machine
sentimental sound on sound
time to switch the scene

you`re the passion in me
you`ve broken down the system
you`re the vision i see
a pleasure victim

simple figures fill my mind
some i recognize
bodies always look the same
never see their eyes

to the touch there`s always you
how can i erase your
flaming candles, whispered words
then your soft embrace