Letras:
A Beautiful Silence Make Your Move

your hands on my face To embrace Live in the moment before you know it It's done There's only one first and there's only one last And it's time To make your move

a suit, and a black face mask, I ejaculate in a champagne glass Your flesh is precious, so mysterious Pierce your nipples with two long needles, Like a coups a

drama bitch what? We can make a mil take a mil tell me how that paper feel Is he real, is he real? Would it make a nigga kill for the house on the hill

eyes And he is on a horse a horse a horse With a train of smoke behind its hooves And I must say from my depths I have seen a story emerge from a cloud

that's what your minchia is! Aynsley: Your which? Guy From Alabama: A minchia! Aynsley: You mean your dick? Guy From Alabama: You put your minchia in the stinky-a

to go about Making your amends to the dead To the dead With your halo slipping down Your halo slipping Your halo slipping down Your halo slipping down Your

in tune Take all your time Open land everlasting green Forever here a picture so serene Sand of time moving through my hand Simple life makes a happy

get alone, the more I see I need to get alone more, more 'Cause just when I think that I'm alone Your Spirit calls out to me And even silence has a song

a suit, and a black face mask, I ejaculate in a champagne glass Your flesh is precious, so mysterious Pierce your nipples with two long needles, Like a coups a