Flower of your face I broken simple sentence I don't speak Bleed my plastic pen With all this empty anger That's eating
Fumble for my faith I've lost in chapel sorrows I don't seek Sudden sins apply They only suck the silence From in me
Ref: Ooh, ah ah He caresses this out of me Without ever knowing I've got gods in my head that bleed
With the sound of your sigh I'm left leeching this life For the power to be Imperfectly clean
Saved they often say From what I've always wondered And I'm waiting Cut the canon clean With all the thoughts I'm thinking And feeling
Ref: Ooh, ah ah He caresses this out of me Without ever knowing it I've got gods in my head that bleed
With the sound of your sigh I'm left leeching this life For the power to be Imperfectly clean
Ooh, ah ah He caresses this out of me Without ever knowing I've got gods in my head that bleed
With the sound of your sigh I've left leeching this life For the power to be Imperfectly cleanTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
