Please love, just come home again Just let this one pass, there will be another And in this laughter before the pain Every deliberate hung by my left hand Eyelids fludder and warm water floods my nostrils Neck deep I cry high Together we sleep, slouched discolored porcelain dreaming of those elucid moments when smiles hung high Limbs outstretched A bad moon rising Faucet turning Desolation churning Drowning in what we've become Neck deep I cry high I have spilled dry for you and you cannot fathom the notion that it was the end of something This is our endTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
