you keep a bible next to your bed to burn the evil thoughts from your head count the good days one by one god, how wicked we've become
if somebody's coming for me i'm ready to fight with clenched fists and broken teeth i've been up all night and if death is waiting for me i'm ready to go there's no heaven above me, no bitter end below
your walls are filled with posters of girls you wish you knew sad songs on the record player next to you cut your hair off, change your name but inside, darling, you're still the same
these needles in your bloodstream and bruises on your arms you're a pale white painter's canvas i've never seen a heart like yours i wrote your wedding song and watched her throw her bouquet i'd write my own funeral hymn and watch you dance all day
there's no beauty in dying we just carry on all rivers drain to the ocean and all oceans bring us home we live in a world of street signs and traffic lights and words like "forgive me, nothing feels like home tonight."Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
