Breath deep The scent of memories Hidden in the smoke And the subtle hint of cellophane In the photographs you took I sit alone with inspiration thrown across Pages and versus of guillotine books That line the case in the room
The place on the floor
Where we cautiously combust An attempt to show our lust To the life that we lost
If I do this nothing will ever be the same If you don't you will regret it with every breath you take Please god, is there any other way?
Breath deep The scent of your deceit Hidden in the smoke you will question the act And what I have done The chapters will burn at four,fifty one As I bury the past With each strike of the match
If I do this nothing will ever be the same again If you don't you will regret it with every breath you take Please god, is there any other way? That's just an illusion god is not here today
If I do this nothing will ever be the same again If you don't you will regret it with every breath you take Please god, is there any other way? Please god, is there any other way! That's just an illusion god is not here todayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
