When you search in me all the things that fall short And wipe clean my jester’s tear You’ll find joy, tightly wound in torment Like a stillborn sheathed in grief
We’d be at odds forever Too much ground to weather Don’t fall in love, when you refuse to see Don’t set yourself up to bear the misfortune of me Misfortune of me!
When you find in me all that once held passion And sift through the damaged goods You’ll choke on heavy air, blinded in the darkness My contagion in your veins
We’d be at odds, forever Too much ground to weather Don’t fall in love, when you refuse to see Don’t set yourself up to bear the misfortune of me Toxicity!
Don’t fall in love when you refuse to see Don’t set yourself up to bear the misfortune of me
This thing we have will be your albatross Miles and miles burdened by my cross Don’t fall in love when you refuse to see Don’t set yourself up to bear the misfortune of me
Split and fractured, devoid of rapture So far removed and destitute Pain and heartache, desperation Hate and spite and alienation Woe, despair and bleak negation Misery and cross-examination
Don’t fall in love when you refuse to see Don’t set yourself up to bear the misfortune of meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
