Lyrics
For the thrill of it and how it sounds
The view as it fades to the background
Wash over me with love
Ceremonia
Take me into the void
Ceremonia
Sitting on your windowsill at night
Singing, she's so high
Out of key, but trying
Marching out of time
Failure by you're own design (design)
Wash over me with love
Ceremonia
Take me into the void
Ceremonia
Ceremonia
Ceremonia
Ceremonia