I never knew if I should ask you I never thought the time was right He's the proof, the untouched ruse A courtroom sketch of lifeless eyes
The constant need to disassemble The soft veneer that holds his reins
I think I'm comin' undone He bought the gavel to run All the crooked, little cities
Will the starlets guard their drinks now? Forty winks 'til slumberland Push the hoax and drill the script Teleprompter or polygraph?
I'll try to erase it But your faith has set the trap
I think I'm comin' undone He bought the gavel to run All the crooked, little cities
The burning film in your projector Ulcerous amnesia Memories, they're not so fond of my mind
But I will erase you Flash burns from flashbacks
I think I'm comin' undone He bought the gavel to run All the crooked, little cities
No, no, no, no, no, no, no No, no, no, no, no, no, no I think I'm comin' undone No, no, no, no, no, no, no I think I'm comin' undone I think I'm comin' undone No, no, no, no, no, no, no I think I'm comin' undone I think I'm comin' undone No, no, no, no, no, no, no I think I'm comin' undoneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
