I still wish I had time to spend with you I wish we had a holiday together Don't you have a beat left in your heart? Don't you have a brain left in your muscle?
Come on, spit it out! Try to find out what went wrong Again.
Reach back for a second into noisy irritation Meaningless madness Clumsy blame and anger Morbid curiousity
Won't you miss us demons when you go? Don't you think you'll wonder where we've gone? When you shuck your body like a pheasant skin A husk of corn These are the things you'll miss.
I swear it can't be such a relief It's got to hurt to say good-bye. Every detail must jump out at your eye, Begging to be recognized At least for having a place in space At least for meaning something to somebody
Every petty argument Every pent up agression Every way to insinuate yourself into someone's lame-brained plan.
You'll miss us when you go. It's boring to be dead. You'll still wish you could put a pistol to your head. Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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