How could you do it? I couldn't say Years built on sand June until May Second to second Lied even while you held my hand It's death for the living Yes
Try as he might he's unable to speak He grabs her by the hair, he strokes her on the cheek The bed is unmade like everything is Dark little heaven at
We drove in silence across Pont Champlain And all of the time you thought I was sad I was trying to remember your name? This scar is a fleck on my
a party When all our friends were there There's nothing like their mattresses Underneath the stair The third time in the doorway But light's all on
One more touch and I fall apart There goes my beer There goes my heart Upside down in the afternoon I'm going back I'm consumed One more kiss and I start
Let's roll In a village in the hills house buried to the window sills in snow In a prison yard at night an Alsatian barking for the stars to go In the
In a village in the hills House buried to the window sills in snow In a prison yard at night An Alsatian barking for the stars to go In the attic of
翻訳: 星印. On Fireをセットユアセルフ.
Ageless beauty Cruelty makes its holes But on the shoreline Time will hold its promise We will always be a light You can see it from the surface, see
So tomorrow there will be another number For the one who had a name Desert wind and a perverse desire to win History buried in shame Are the beating
What gives you the right To fuck with our lives? A devil born in paradise A liar loves to lie Keep watching your back Killers always have killers on
We don't want to sleep tonight Still young like that I count the lines Beside your mouth that smiles now My arms reach up as you go down With buried
We are here to save your life The fool, the drunk, the child, and his wife We won't let the sun go down We're gonna chase the demons out of town Singing
Try as he might He's unable to speak He grabs her by the hair He strokes her on the cheek The bed is un-made Like everything is Dark little heaven At
How could you do it I couldn't say Years built on sand June until May Second to second Lied even while you held my hand It's death for the living Yes
You look so good in the clothes of a poser And when you smiled all the kids fell apart here I know a place where it's warm and it's dry, dear Let me
All of the things, that I thought were so easy Just got harder and harder each day December is darkest, in June there's the light But this empty bedroom won't make anything right But out on
