P/Palehorse/Don't Come Knocking When I'm Listening To Dokken
when asking god for an answer you're wasting your time be prepared to wait I can't hear anything at all an as the silence resounds don't feel let down don't blame yourself you're wasting your time
I like to see fire-fighters fail it's nice to see how they fall in the fire horoscopes and weather forecasts suggest upset stomach your hands stink of coins
it may be time to dip our toes into the thames looking over both shoulders as liquid enters the lungs the strength of this reflex is greater in cold water and with any luck it will pull us under a heaving heart an empty spit bucket
liars will prevail hands drift towards the mortar don't die, please don't die on an empty stomach with heavy lungs taking in salt water drain the river's mouth drain the river's mouth we are all in need when you can't control your hands a heaving heart wet shoes, sealed eyes, and the stars a final glance confirms that everything is meaningless
goobye to all friends and past loves this is the parting note so save your thoughts a heaving heart as liquid enters the lungs and with any luck it will pull us under such a waste such a fucking waste
drain the river's mouth gulping, necking, fisting petrol we're pleased to report blood turns to wine
sharp neon lights catch us writing brithday card to the deadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
