I can hear the scream of trumpets, smell the ash and sulfur. Talons of battalions scratch at the sky like black feathers and scorpion eyes.
I don't attract what I want. I attract what I am. As dead as the bees, buzzing inside my head.
Hold my hand, and spin around. Hold my hand, and spin around. Hold my hand and spin around,
THIS IS HEAVEN UPSIDE DOWN.
And I tried to look inside you, I ended up looking through you. Now you try to tell me you're not a ghost. And I tried to look inside you, I ended up looking through you. Now you try to tell me you're not a ghost.
I don't attract what I want. I attract what I am. Dead as the bees, buzzing inside my head.
And I tried to look inside you, I ended up looking through you. Now you try to tell me, You're not a ghost. And I tried to look inside you I ended up looking through you Now you try to tell me, You're not a ghost?
Not a ghost... Not a ghost... Not a ghost... Not a ghost...
Hold my hand Spin around Hold my hand And spin around Hold my hand and spin around
THIS IS HEAVEN UPSIDE DOWN.
And I tried to look inside you I ended up looking through you Now you try to tell me, You're not a ghost. Not a ghost?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
