You walk in and check who’s home Pretty sure you’re gonna wing this though You let’em in, You let ‘em grow Pacing up and down the room Chasing doves, slightly nice dressed groom I’ll grab this you kiss goodbye Grinding teeth, red faced, teary eyed
Drowned on sunday coffee pots Then you go and give a fuck And time is good spent on being young men until doomsday. This ride is right i time, Guarantee you wouldn't miss it, Try to scape is so much easier.
Permission to be a stone My darling understands it all How good it is, How good he is Snuggling into each others arms As sugar turns to alcohol Tastes pretty decent Though we know the world won’t listen
Fastened to a dying animal in this blurry day I won’t need a horizon Boy, gotta hold on to yourself Gotta take it all back, take the test Punch the chest caress the rest I’ll blow the sand and own the land Be the one you can’tTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
