Lyrics Fields of the Nephilim

Fields of the Nephilim

Laura

Tempted white eyes

Blinded by the night

Hollow like the towers

On the inside

Laura's a machine

She's burning insane

Laura's a machine

For a menace in disguise

Behold this night

The four walls are furnished

Now she's alive

No one ever helped poor Laura

She's rabin in ecstacy

She's on the line to cut it all

She's on the line to drop or fall She's

on the line,

Line to fall

People laughing an awful sight

Please leave Laura

'Tis her night

Laura's a machine

She's burning insane

Laura's a machine

From the light of the catherine wheel She

spins from above

Haunted by these times

My European love

No one ever helped poor Laura

She's rabid in ecstacy

She's on the line to cut it all

She's on the line to drop and fall She's

on the line to cut or fall

She's on the line

Line to fall