You don't love me You don't love me Concaved empathy But you don't love me
I dream about dead hours And think about remaining within view My devotion is new
Never be, never be, never be still Whilst Carys's neighbours are thriving
And in the midnight pity bath I found no towels But you won't see scenes I think about dead flowers Stinking up the corridors and wounds My intentions half-used
Never be, never be, never be still Whilst Carys's neighbours are thriving Thriving
Take Your cake Out of my face On point Divine Die hard
I think about dead hours Never be, never be, never be still Never be, never be, never be still Never be, never be, never be still Whilst Carys's neighbours are thriving Thriving
Take Your cake Out of my face On point Divine Die hardTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
