My hand brushes against the lock of hair that hangs down past your ear to your jaw My hand brushes against the lock of hair that hangs down past your ear to your jaw it's real neat the moment's sweet but it's all wrong
and we're pictures of decency when we wave goodbye outside we're pictures of decency when we wave goodbye outside yeah, I'm the model of composure out there but you oughta see me shaking later on
my brain gets flooded six hours later my brain gets flooded over six hours later rivers run with pictures of you as I stare up at the blood red moon lying out front on the lawn, heyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
