I don't really want to fall in love again The laying of cold flowers offered by fate your friend See when your darling greets you with the tears streaming down their face Getting on their knees, I miss you, well we all die anyways
So what's the bad with being alone, while we're living Why the sorrow and the groan, of curling up with a stuffy That lives long after you do, named my bundles of cotton Piggy Tishan and Bunny Rose They wait for me to come home, home, home To lie upon my throne, throne, throne They wait for me to come home, home, home To lie upon my throne, throne, throne
I don't really want to give myself again The act of being naked in front of a friend See when their eyes digress from their softer pure place Their smile taking form from the thirstiness, they so often hid away
So what's the bad with being alone, while we're living I don't want to aimlessly throw, my love around like it's nothing Maybe I could just have a dog, whose fur is soft like the sunshine I'll name him Lanion Leon Snow He waits for me to come home, home, home To lie upon my throne, throne, throne They wait for me to come home, home, home To lie upon my throne, throne, throneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
