Shake, shake, shake Loose that single gleam of hope left in your chest Gone are the days of sunshine The days of sunshine, I promise
Breath taking photographs Of dreams long forgotten Your ship has sank
Wrong place, wrong time Squeal once more for papa This is not about money, oh no This is a sport
Hair that smells of fear and Eyes that scream, solitude Companionship is just another Fucking curse
You can't buy friends like this You can't buy friends like this You can't buy friends like this
Bite and scratch all you like Bite and scratch all you like Trophies of black, blue and redTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
