Hold your hands into the sky Pray for my sin, instead of time Big cities' action of my big city girl Think she builds her own heaven Cause she finds it's a lonesome world Filled with dirty street cars and dirty signs I hope there comes a time when I get to see your dirty mind
Hold your hands into the sky Pray for my sin, instead of time Low budget movies, change our low budget lives Theres something... that joins our lonesome minds And these bloody faces with their bloodly knives Say if we ever make it We'll be somebody's....
Hold your hands into the sky Pray for my sin, instead of time You are the massacre, the massacist, the tease And you're captivating , standing in front of me
Is the reason, Im still wondering why everyone we loved has broke away
Hold your hands into the sky Pray for my sin, instead of time You are the massacre, the massacist, the tease And you're captivating, standing in front of me Hold your hand into the sky Pray for my sin, instead of time
So be my masscre, be my massacist, be my tease Cause you captivate me when you stand in front of mTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
