My high is creeping, but is it set in stone? We're both wasted, but we're not going anywhere like this (So we'll see right through) And I will walk face first into sliding glass for your pleasure (So we'll see right through)
All in the taste of salt on your neck. (Now I) choke on the urge of taking it back (Till I'm) spilling the blood that rests on my tongue (Dreaming) of holding your head, detached from the rest
Move into the grave that bares your name!
This fuse left burning, but now we're far too close This fuse left burning, but now we're far too close (So we'll see right through) To let the past stitch our wounds and seal our tears (So we'll see right through)
All in the taste of salt on your neck (Now I) choke on the urge of taking it back (Till I'm) spilling the blood that rests on my tongue (Dreaming) of holding your head, detached from the rest
We won't believe in anything [x2]
Lust sick from the guilt you spread Lust sick in this moment
All in the taste of salt on your neck (Now I) choke on the urge of taking it back (Till I'm) spilling the blood that rests on my tongue (Dreaming) of holding your head, detached from the restTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
