Well you don’t believe in the afterlife Take all your little shiny eggs in a basket out to the city on a Friday night Drink all your pay-cheque accordingly Stare at the fuzzy lights adoringly Talk about your idiosyncrasies Reference yourself to university Give all the best things a bad rap Drape your insecurities in glad-rags Shop at an overpriced emporium Marinade your insides with chloroform
And its an apt economy we share Trading all of my impossible wishes For your every single care You can sew me with your neat little stitches I still think its pretty rare That we’re both throwing our punches like we mean it After every single year in the dark Right here in the dark
Well you don’t believe in the afterlife Take all your little shiny eggs in a basket out to the city on a Sunday night Snort all your pay-cheque accordingly Gape at the fuzzy lights adoringly Talk about your sorrows with apathy Reference yourself to a catastrophe Give all the best things a bad rap Colour in your fear with a Nihilist black Shop in a shadowy restroom Bless yourself, bow your head and dress your wounds
Yes it’s a black economy we share Trading all of my impossible wishes For your every single care Go on, sew me with your neat little stitches I still think its pretty rare That we’re both throwing our punches like we mean it After every single year in the dark Right here in the darkTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
