Must make distance fast Before that tender touch Makes my joints rust Adored soul please know That I have to break the mould I have to go alone Inside
Tradução: Debe. Resto.
Let the orange embers in the fireplace remain Everything it must belong somewhere A train off in the distance, bicycle chained to the stairs Everything it must
face. Let the orange embers in the fireplace remain. Cause everything must belong somewhere. The train off in the distance, bicycle chained to the stairs. Everything must
me A sole castellan Trusted to keep The weight of oceans From her rusted gates of sleep A dreaming angel Lying curled in the circles of Hell I must
our fuck into gates and guts Of a severed neverland Where we, the damned Once pleasured ran Like seamen from the phallus sea" Atrocious oceans must be
: Rusted brandy in a diamond glass Everything is made from dreams Time is made from honey slow and sweet Only the fools know what it means Temptation
Without enough love to go around There must be enough love To go round the world There must be enough love To go round the world There must be enough
the blunts You must be smokin' something, think I ain't smokin' nothing, stay off my nuts Now hit the floor, baby, time to wipe away all the rust Shake
holds the life we've led Instead of drowning in despair For I find small comfort in a bottle When we're apart Don't let the teardrops rust your shining
winter holds the life we've led Instead of drowning in despair For I find small comfort in a bottle When we're apart Don't let the teardrops rust your
see Someone real This is real What you wish to be You must never forget To modernize performance Malignancies on the system Will handicap slow up and rust
covered in loser dust And all the things I used to trust And all the things I'm about to crush Your youth is gone, it's turned to rust It's all covered
chimney Holdin my sack like "gimme gimme" I know that he's commin, he's commin he must Lookin up nuthin but rust, dust. Turn on my tv the very next day
: Oh, you know it's true, I'm obsessed with you Your the kind of joy I like to break. Now I must confess, I'm a complicated mess. With a bad attitude
: Rusted and ropy. Dog-eared old copy. Vintage and classic, or just plain Jurassic: all words to describe me. Relaxed in the knowledge that happily
: Looking in my own eyes I can't find the love I want Someone better slap me Before I start to rust Before I start to decompose Looking in my rear mirror