Talk about sex It sounds like violence, it sounds like harm Rugged to a fault with the combat charm You could never hear me though A dying blood
How I feel and say, feel and say typically Here I am moved by the people who reject me But I can't be fucked to tell Or give up the search to find it A dying blood
(A dying blood) I feel slick and clean like the city after rain Like New York City, back to life again Like that painting in Paris when we could do anything
Can you remind me How to squeeze? Get through to you A bar with my beer A dying blood
Can we get in a rush again To tell the truth and find a moment in a photo booth? Can you teach me how? Can you remind me?
A dying blood
That's burning and broken, sick in the sky Turns to color of piss, I mean dead ash sky Vaseline all mixed with a hellfire glow A dying blood
Simple pleasures Like fucking strangers How to chitchat, I can't remember Can you tell me how to be friends without being exhausted? (A dying blood)
He got you pregnant on the night you met Full year pandemic and you don't regret it Well, I better get used to trusting some mistakes The dying blood
A dying blood
No more Going through days like a stand-in No more Craving escape, when you know that there's nowhere to go Been blowing up during that time Beat it up till you don't know
A dying blood
And hope fades Until I can't remember And hope fades (A dying blood) Till I can't remember A dying blood
A dying blood A dying blood A dying bloodTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
