Dark in the house of kindness... Entering like a thief... Closing the doors of treason: hoping to find relief
Huddling down beside her... Stink of another she Closing me eyes and telling the lies about the things that will never be
I got a tombstone on my head - just waiting to tip over The vultures circle round my bed - dont think I'll get much older
Sleep will make it never happen... Take my sins and give them wings... Lies are the truths of nighttime - truth is what morning brings
Desperate by affection... Love like a dying man... Touching her lightly, holding her tightly, warm is the dead mans hand
I got a tombstone on my head - just waiting to tip over The vultures circle round my bed - dont think I'll get much older
I am one with my demons, seems they ate my soul still i dread the hour when all my sins unfold
Dead mans hand! I got a tombstone on my head Dead mans hand! just waiting to tip over Dead mans hand! the vultures circle above my bed Dead mans hand! dont think I'll get much olderTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
