Strung out On the taste of the weekend Bitter sweet, Burning on my tongue Your lips drip sweet memories Of passion, And despair.
I’m weak with fear That I could never Get you out of here Slow down, Come over here The nights were made For inhibitions to disappear.
Oozing and heaving, Lustful and deceiving Oh, the taste of this world Leaves me reeling I misplaced my faith in Circles of excess I’m trying so hard But none of this makes sense Dreaming too much Too much drinking, Too much sex I don’t know how We’ll ever make it through thisTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
