ZANG TUUMB TUM DISCOGRAPHY “…or the imagination”

Suicide—A song for a ghost


Da da da
Da da da
Du da da da
Da da da

It’s as though you saw right through me
I can feel the end is near
And the rain drop its approval
I can’t just let you disappear

Passion died and trouble started
So we quarrelled, so we parted
Never thought the day would come
Our secret signs were our tongues

Suicide, suicide
A kind of suicide
All the past we leave behind
A kind of suicide

Allow me to be straight with you
Distance changed my point of view
I never touched you like a stranger
Da da da da

Passion died and trouble started
So we quarrelled, so we parted
Think of all those times I’ve touched you
Leaving lipstick on your face

You hit me like a ???
I feel too much to think

Suicide, suicide
A kind of suicide
All the past we leave behind
A kind of suicide

Suicide, suicide
A kind of suicide
All the past we leave behind
A kind of suicide

Day by day my loss is growing
Words say nothing but I feel
Da da da du da du da da da da

Every moment lost its meaning
Since you ran away from me
Da da da du da du da da
Can’t you see it’s killing me

Suicide, suicide
A kind of suicide
All the past we leave behind
A kind of suicide

Could be suicide, suicide
A kind of suicide
All the past we leave behind
A kind of suicide